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read the previous post to understand what I'm about to say. I was trying to not be so long winded buy my entire shower I was thinking about what I didn't say that I wanted to say. So, here it is...

I was embarrassed about my toes until I felt that lady checking me out. (You might be thinking enough about the toes, but it's symbolic for my I think so bear with me.) Then, I got kind of bossy. I told her I was a runner and I had lost my nails training for Hood to Coast. That made me feel proud, no more embarrassment. She told me I could get a fake nail put on there to make it look better. That made me feel kind of pissy. I looked at her with her fake blond hair, her fake nails and her fake boobs, and said yeah I could, but the podiatrist said I could get a fungus under there and I don't want a fungus. That shut her up quick. She didn't want to chat about a fungus. I put my foot up on the bar proudly from then on out. I don't care what she thinks. Why should I. I am who I am nail-less toe and all. I kicked her skinny little butt in that class. She kept needing the teacher to come over and correct her posture. Not me, I got compliments on my form. Carrie remembered my name was Heather.