Here's the cool part. My feet grew! Who knew a 22 year old could grow bigger feet (disregard 22 year olds who are pregnant)? Not I.
But it is official. My running shoes were feeling tight, my toes were cramping, and I felt like things were pinching my toes left and right. Went to the running store, and was told that my feet have taken a liking to being unavailable to the pretty and colorful women's shoes.
I am now going to be stuck with the boring blues, greys, reds, and greens of masculinity. At a whopping (running) size of 11.5, I can venture out on the open road knowing that I may be average in height, but when it comes to my foundation: it is a sturdy size of 11.5 and ready for movement :]
At least I won't need flippers in the swimming pool. God gave me my own built in pair!
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