Needless to say, my feet are my favorite part of my body. They are in no way strange or lumpy, and if the writing thing hadn’t worked out, I would have signed one of the many lucrative foot-modeling contracts I’ve been offered over the years. The following story is not about me. Purely hypothetical. I am trying my hand at fiction.
Let’s imagine there was a girl who, every now and again, had less-than-super-fresh feet because she always wore high heels or ballet flats, which don’t lend themselves to socks. And let’s say one day she was feeling down about these non-ideal feet of hers, when she had a brain flash.
“Hey,” she said to herself, “hey. There is a product, that I already own, that I use every day, specifically designed to combat odor, bacteria, and smell. Maybe I should buy a another stick of it, and try it on my feet.”
So now, this girl owns two sticks of deodorant, and gives her feet two quick swipes in the morning. She does not even care that her boyfriend makes fun of this, because now her feet are forever fresh.