I have ugly toes. I was sitting in the bathroom trying method after method to achieve more attractive toes when I realized that I was wasting time obsessing over this minor flaw when I should have been outside enjoying a beautiful day.
Waiting outside my backdoor was a friendly breeze and blue skies. I slipped on a pair of flip-flops, toes showing and all, and walked out. My dogs rushed up to me, tails wagging and ready to play.
In that moment, I no longer felt so insecure about my toes. My dogs love me for me, not my toes. I should start learning to love me for me too.