Toe-tally Loved!

Every person, no matter how beautiful, sexy, in shape or “with it” they may be has some part of them that they are or have been  insecure about. As often happens with me, a comment got me thinking about it.

Someone once asked me–If you could have cosmetic surgery and change anything about yourself, what would it be? My answer? My feet. More specifically, my toes. So when Renee asked to see my toe rings and I told her I’d share. I also decided to share a bit about how I overcame my insecurity.

Gold flower on the right, gold dolphins on the left.

Gold flower on the right, gold dolphins on the left.

These are my toes…and maybe you can’t see them very well, but those are only a couple of toe rings. The flower was a gift. The dolphins were purchased at a jewelry kiosk in a mall. As you can see, they’re not perfectly symmetrical. Although my feet are a little wide, it was the lack of symmetry that bothered me.

You see, I was always the “perfect” daughter. Not so much in the sense that I was actually perfect. It was more that I was blessed. I’ve always had the cute, exotic face (and I don’t say this in conceit, but rather what has been told to me most of my life). Growing up I was petite, outgoing, smart. I made friends easily and rarely had to spend much time on studying. Then I’d look down and see my less than perfect feet.

White gold band with light pink stones

White gold band with light pink stones


My sister, who was a bit shy and had to study long and hard to do well in school has perfect feet. Back then, in a house where sibling rivalry abounded, it was the one thing she had that I didn’t. Oddly enough, I didn’t begrudge her the perfect feet. I just hated that mine weren’t. (By the way, that, too was purchased at one of those kiosks.)

Thanks to my insecurity I rarely wore sandals or opened toed shoes. That included flip flops. I was too self conscious to get a pedicure. Rarely did I paint my nails because that would mean touching them, looking at them. To me they were hideous.

Sometime in my late teens I started seeing a guy. Okay, so “seeing” may be a bit strong for what we were to one another. He was more like a boy toy. A friend with limited benefits. He knew I was a virgin and wouldn’t have actual intercourse with him, but we sure flirted with those boundary lines.

Why am I bringing him up? Part of our “play time” together was spent with him doing things to my body to try to convince me to give him my virginity. One day, laying naked in his bed, he trailed kisses down the center of my spine, down my buttock and legs (yes, including the backs of my knees…Yum!) until he got to my feet. I started to pull away…but the feel of his tongue on my ankle stopped me. I told him he didn’t have to touch me there….and he laughed. He obviously knew something I didn’t. As he teased the underside of my feet, I found myself squirming….and feeling very hot. When he sucked my toes into his hot mouth one at a time…I almost lost my mind. He worshipped my feet. Didn’t even hesitate.

His actions and my responses had me rethinking my feelings about my toes. No, they weren’t perfect…but they didn’t bother him. Then I had my first pedicure. It wasn’t as horrible as I thought it would be…and no one looked disgusted or said mean things. Then I moved to Florida…and flip flops became my favorite kind of footwear.

My favorite flip flops and toe rings

My favorite flip flops and toe rings

Somewhere along the way I met a foot fetishist who wanted me to wear sexy open toed shoes and walk all over him (literally). Maybe it was that moment when I stopped worrying all together. Shoot, if a connoisseur of feet could enjoy my feet, why shouldn’t I?

Above is a picture of me in my favorite flip flops…they’re sequined Dallas Cowboy flip flops. The toe ring on the left is white gold with pink stones all the way across….also picked up at one of those kiosks. The one on the right…that’s my favorite ring. I think I picked it up at one of the beach shops (maybe in Venice or Sarasota). It has a clear rubber wrap around so it looks like a flower floating on your toe.

So now you know my dirty little secret…the insecurity I’ve harbored about my body. I’m so glad someone helped me face my “ugliness” and overcome it. These days I don’t really care what other people think. I believe that every part of me is beautiful…and made just the way God intended me.

What about you? What part of you have you hated? Do you still? If you’ve overcome it…I’d love to hear how you achieved your success. If not, I hope one day you find a way to believe that you’re beautiful…inside and out. (I know you won’t believe me, but I hope this helps to show you that it CAN be overcome.)

In the meantime…I’ll leave you with some fun music by Zac Brown Band about Toes.


45 thoughts on “Toe-tally Loved!

  1. amadiex says:

    I wanna come and hang my toes in your pool! I think we all have those spots in which we want to change. However, those imperfections make us who we are. Although, my hubby would like to “increase the assets” to a double D, (in which case I think I would fall over face first with those things) I kinda like what I have even though it is not perfect. It is our unique stamp.

    • Kitt Crescendo says:

      You are welcome to play in my pool anytime. The water is starting to warm up nicely. As for you and Double D’s… Good Lord, woman. With your frame? You’d have a broken back! Tell the hubs you got what works for you… You’re hot just the way you are.

  2. renée a. schuls-jacobson says:

    Kitt! I love this post so much. And I’m so glad that a part of your body you once believed ugly was transformed by a sexy experience. A positive sexual experience can be incredibly powerful, just as a negative one can be destructive. I have to tell ya, I think you have learned to adorn you feet so they are adorable. I hope someone special if your life knows you like your feet smooched! Meow!

  3. filbio says:

    Hey, it’s all about being secure in yourself and comfortable in your skin. None of us are perfect. Enjoy what we have!

  4. Jessi Gage says:

    Kitt, thank you for sharing your adorable feet with me today! I love your story about how you were able to overcome such a huge insecurity. Thank you! Such a wonderful message.

    I’ve aleays been insecure about rough skin on my upper arms. After doing some research, I’ve found that “keratosis pilaris” is super common, especially in women:

    I used to hate wearing sleeveless shirts, but am learning to keep my upper arms moisturized and sunscreened to limit the redness and bumpiness. But this is always going to be a part of me. It’s just how I am, and it doesn’t bother my husband, so i shouldn’t let it bother me.

    Thanks again for this post, Kitt! Wonderful and personal. You rock! And so do your beautiful, tanned, jewlery adorned feet!

    • Kitt Crescendo says:

      I’m glad you’re finding ways to at least make you feel more comfortable with your skin condition. I’ve seen some pretty severe skin issues in my day. i know it can also be painful. And you’re right, you know. If it doesn’t bother your hubby, who cares? Thank you so much for sharing your story. ::hugs::

  5. Jess Witkins says:

    I love all these cute photos. What a great post about taking something you’re insecure about and having it be something you’re proud of and confident with! Fun toe ring collection, Kitt, I’m glad Renee talked you into sharing it!

    Now…how do I get a ring big enough to go around my thigh?? 😉

  6. Professor Taboo says:

    Love your new found matured self-love Kitt. And you work it — and all your other sexified parts — good! 😉

    My hated part(s)? This is not in any way intended to sound conceited, but I’ve never really had a serious case of hating a part of my body. I wished I had wider lips/mouth. I wished my calves and thighs were not so muscular. However, by my freshman year in high school all my female friends and girlfriends kept telling me that I had some of the hottest legs and butt in school. Thus, those turned from hates to slight dislikes.

    Now, on the other hand I did have a hang-up with not being aggressive enough with girls. How I “beat that”….or whooped that….slayed that little gremlin is perhaps a story I should blog about. Hmmmm! *light bulb above the head*

    • Kitt Crescendo says:

      Thanks… I began to feel comfort in my lat teens. By my 20’s I was okay with that aspect. There is something very enlightening about realizing your power to read reaction and utilizing it to draw pleasure out of your partner & yourself. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you.

      As for aggressive enough… 😀 Glad you found your power and gained confidence. I look forward to your story. I love that about blogging, by the way…how one story or comment can make you think and inspire someone else.

  7. Anna@herding cats & burning soup says:

    I love all the little differences in people like that. I’m, I guess, fairly comfortable with myself. I’d like to lose weight (and am working on that) but the rest of me I’m good with for the most part. I do have a funny little thing on my upper lip right in the center that doesn’t exactly bother me and doubtful too many people notice but I might be willing to change that 😉

    And I’m really glad someone (or a couple someones) helped you find the perfection in your toes 🙂

    • Kitt Crescendo says:

      Thanks, Anna. As you pointed out, often, the imperfections we see aren’t even noticeable to most. As for weight loss…I’m working on that these days, too… Oddly enough, I couldn’t care less what others think of me that way. I’m doing it to be healthier.

  8. DUH'Merica says:

    Nice post. I’ve lived in FL most of my life and wear flops 90% of the time and I get the occasional pedicure. I would get a neck extension. I have no neck. If I had a neck I would be about 6’3″ instead of 5’11”. I look like the missing link, the great white ape version.

    • Kitt Crescendo says:

      These days, unless I’m working, running, or we’re having some wicked ass temperature thing happening, I, too, am in flip flops (Florida here, too). As for the neck thing…I don’t mind guys with no necks. It usually means awesome traps. There are a lot more women than let on that have a thing for guys with great shoulder/trap muscles. Just sayin’.

      • DUH'Merica says:

        There is truth to that. My wife loves my broad shoulders and the fact that I look tough. I’m a mild mannered guy, it always cracks me up when we go to a bar, everyone moves out of my way and thinks I’m a biker. If they only knew.

        • Kitt Crescendo says:

          Hehehe! I know. I used to date a few of those in my day. And actually, my husband used to be a thickly muscled Italian dude, so people moved out of the way, too. These days, he’s still muscled, but since he changed his workouts, they’re more lean (though he’s still got tree trunks for legs).

          Personally, I’ll take a no neck over a swan neck any day. Of course I’ve always liked my guys well muscled. Scrawny has never appealed to me. That may be why I much preferred guys like “Big Sexy” Kevin Nash to guys like Brad Pitt. One looks way too breakable. 😉

  9. barbtaub says:

    Along with all the other middle age indignities, I have four kids and the unlost baby pounds to prove it. But you’re right — it’s the toes that get me every time. As a California girl, I thought it was my right and duty to call everyone “you guys” and to have perfect toes on flip-flop display. So I applaud you for letting those toes out of the closet. And thanks to Susie’s party for the intro to your blog. Good luck with the new book!

    (And thank you so much for the follow!)

    • Kitt Crescendo says:

      Ha! I was a “you guys” girl until I became a transplanted southerner. Now “ya’ll” rolls off the tongue like I was born to it. As for a few extra pounds? Well, I’d rather have extra than too few. Skin and bones is not attractive on anyone. 😉

  10. The Guat says:

    Hanging out at Susie’s party and thought I’d stop by check you out. This is a very cool post for a lot women and men too. I think it’s pretty cool that you overcame your “ugliness”. I think a lot of ladies worry about the ugly feet thing especially if you saw Boomerang with Eddie Murphy … don’t want to have hammertime … 🙂 But I think we all have something we think isn’t “beautifully perfect” and that’s all right we accept it/ overcome it and realize we are badass no matter what.

    And I LOVE that song, The Zac Brown Band is so awesome. Love them.

    • Kitt Crescendo says:

      You’re right, of course. We all have our imperfections; things we find less than beautiful. I’m learning that there is a joy in learning to embrace them and loving the skin I’m in. 🙂 Glad you loved the song. I, too, love Zac Brown Band. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by!

  11. Emily @ Adventures of a Dog Mom says:

    You know I’ve always been a little vain about my feet, keeping them soft and toes manicured, I’d even received compliments, however when I met my husband he pointed out that my little toe on each foot is smaller than it “should be”. The nerve! But, I don’t let him get me down, I still love my feet, I think they are just fine! Thanks for sharing this on Susie’s blog maybe one of these days I’ll be able to share my imperfection… my stomach.

    • Kitt Crescendo says:

      Heh! Your hubby reminds me of a manicurist who, while painting them, announced in broken English “you have little toe.” My response was apparently a very dry “I know” that sent my bestie (who was with me) into fits of uncontrollable laughter. To this day, all I have to do is say that phrase and she cracks up. 😀

      As for your stomach…I think that’s a sensitive area for a lot of people. Very few people walk around with 6 or 8 packs, yet everyone still feels pressured.

  12. susielindau says:

    I think your feet are cute! One time I went to a party and we all took off our shoes. Everyone had weird feet! It was a riot.
    I guess my skin used to bother me when I was younger and would get break outs Not anymore! I am just glad to be alive!

  13. brickhousechick says:

    Your feet and toes are adorable!!! I too love toe rings in the summer months. Thank you for guiding me to this post after asking for your advice on fetishes. I used to like my feet (it’s my jiggly arms that I loathe) when I was young before RA decided to deform them! Now, not so much.

    I am trying to understand the foot fetish thing and realizing that maybe it’s not so freaky. The guy who likes my feet hopefully is a harmless guy who is honest about his ‘thing’. I guess I couldn’t imagine anyone thinking my bunions were exquisite! 🙂 I knew you would set me straight, amiga. It will take me a while to embrace my arthritic feet, but what the hell. I’m not getting any younger!

    • Kitt Crescendo says:

      Well, I’ve found that their passion for feet is not much different than some people’s passion for tight butts or big boobs or six pack abs or whatever it is that floats a person’s boat. People only find it freaky because it’s a non-traditional spot and something people often treat as “dirty.”

      Did you never watch Ally McBeal? One of the guys on there had a total thing for a woman’s “waddle” (the throat area, starting at the underside of the chin). You never know what a person will find sexy. 😉

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