Up until I was 25, feet weren’t something I particularly cared about. You know when you get older, everything is fine, until it isn’t?
Well, that moment came this year when I started getting REALLY DRY heels and I was forced to do something about it.
That meant finally buying one of those exfoliating feet things that I had seen in my mum’s bathroom and that I thought were only for… older people. Anyway, my problem was solved, at least temporarily.
However, I also have another foot issue. Blisters. Bad ones.
As an avid hiker, I’m used to blisters. From walking with slightly damp socks after a mid-hike dip, to not taking ‘moisture-absorbing’ socks seriously, I’m prone to a blister or five. I don’t know why I haven’t learnt my lesson yet but that’s beside the point.
The point is, I was having a delightful hiking holiday in Lorde Howe Island last week when I got this bad boy and I knew the time had come. I'm sorry you have to see this, but... it's necessary.