I remember constantly checking my toes in different lighting, hoping it somehow looked better than the day before.
It didn’t.
I tried to convince myself no one would notice.
But I noticed. Every single day.
Getting dressed became strategic.
Vacations required planning.
Even simple things like walking barefoot at home started to feel uncomfortable.
It wasn’t just about appearance anymore.
It was about how something so small could slowly chip away at how I felt about myself.
And that’s when I realized…
Ignoring it wasn’t going to make it disappear.