I hate feet, or rather I fear them.
I don’t remember when my fear of first feet kicked off, only that every time I even thought about the word, my bones started to feel wet and I would get the urge to vomit. It’s not that I fear the way feet look, though they do look weird. I am scared of smelling them. No, I don’t go around sniffing people’s trotters, however I am terrified of smelling something bad and that bad smell being someone’s foot.
Are you feeling grossed out? Uncomfortable? Irked? Perfect. You probably pictured a dirty, stinky foot. This means you have some understanding of my revolting viewpoint on them.
I am also scared of the possibility of someone touching me with their foot. One time, while I was home, I was laying down on my couch, in quite a vulnerable position, and my sister attacked me. She rubbed her foot on my arm and I literally gagged, almost vomiting. I dare say I could’ve cried. I probably did, Internally of course.
Did I break down? Yes. Did I let this completely scar my life? Absolutely.
People often think I am joking about this fear but I couldn’t be more serious. Feet honestly gross me out to my core.
I don’t understand how people wear sandals. When people air their dogs out, I quake. Yes, I will be judging but only mentally. I’m not a public hater, only in my heart. Wear what you want. Toes out? Sure, be free, but know that people like me are low key scared of you. Not necessarily you, but of your feet.
I fear feet. They make me so uncomfortable I can’t even say the word. I hate the word “toe” as well. It feels so much grosser to say.
I don’t know how else to explain myself, all I know is that I fear feet.
