Feet:I hated summer shoes. I hated my feet being exposed. I felt naked when they were. It had driven one boyfriend up the wall when he kept having to remove my socks during sex. I’d tried explaining; he didn’t try to understand, he just kept removing them.
It was funny then that I’d bought my first pair of sandals in years. Granted they were jellies and technically covered everything, but still, it was a big step. They felt safe being see-through yet still encased and surrounded what I considered to be the part of my body I was most vulnerable about.
I could tell they were going to become my new favourite shoes. After all, they were clear and sparkly.