My heart pounding in my chest.
He must think I’m gross.
I do try.
My nails have taken a terrible turn.
I even put on the oils, the lotion, the Mani treatments from CVS and soaked in lavender salt every so often.
Recently I discovered my iron medicine made a fool of my nail beds because I stopped popping pistachio for awhile but to no end the pain was there.
To fingers I don’t use to crack those puppies.
I haven’t gotten my feet done since 09 and before that never.
Uh I think to myself why do you torment yourself.
Maybe I’m over thinking it.
I’m taller then this guy.
My feet makes perfect sense for my height.
I walk alot.
No one knows my struggle.
Why am I fighting myself over a small pampering moment?
Maybe I should tip this guy for touching my feet.
Maybe I shouldn’t he missed a spot.
,…I guess that money was for the message and someone touching my feet.
I hate the guilt like really.
This self-conscious beating me down and driving me nuts.
I don’t owe them anything.
And of course no returning. I see I can just save by doing it myself. It looks like something I did anyway.