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I am a pedicure virgin

“Do I need to know something about your feet?” Uhm, not that I know. Oh god, yes yes. My little toenail grows straight up. That's so normal for me that I forget to mention it (you forget this too, right?). I am visiting a pedicure for the first time in my twenty-nine years. And what a one, because May immediately pampers my feet with the SOAP TREATMENT STORE.

The reason it took me a while to get here is that I will explain it to you (and in the meantime, my left foot is getting a scrub, hallelujah). I found feet ugly things until about five years ago. I didn't wear sandals because of the chance of toes showing. And I hid them, in case of visibility, under blankets or deep in the sand. Just the thought of someone touching them, yuck.

”And then that cream, my feet absorb it as if I haven't put anything on them for ten years”

By the way, May is done with her pedicure in no time, because she has neatly maintained little feet. I feel just like Miss Congeniality who is seriously in need of some serious trimming, sawing, and polishing. But with every glance at my lower limbs, I want to smack myself hard on the forehead. Why am I only here now? Seriously.

Every toe and nail gets about ten times prettier. And then that cream, my feet absorb it as if I haven't put anything on them for ten years. A bit rude of them too, because I was really trying to do it myself with tips from Josselin. But that massage, those lotions, and then that professional nail polish… Well, I can't argue with that. And all done while you work.

If I had known this, I would have gone twenty years earlier. No joke. It would have been better for my feet's ego, because then I would have met all those other crazy toes. And known that mine are quite pretty. SOAP, can I get a subscription?

Written by Adeline Mans