Swollen
When I was a kid, there were these women in my family. I was never exactly sure of their relation (I'm not sure anyone knew for that matter). Let's put them in the Great Aunts from the old country category. They were old, and plump, and wore chiffon dresses that made an unnatural sound when they shifted in their seats, but the thing that I remember most about them was their feet. More distinctly, the U shaped mounds of flesh that swelled up out of their petite, 50's style pumps. I so desperately wanted to run up and snatch those shoes right off. I so desperately wanted to set those feet free. The irony baffled me, even as a child. In an attempt to appear beautiful, they ended up deformed. The End