The Foot Fetish Prospect

On the romance of feet

Illustration by Jenny Chang-Rodriguez

When I was a baby, I was caught in my mother’s ribs. That was how she explained my deformed legs to me.

“There wasn’t enough room in my belly for you,” she told me while I knelt in front of the coffee table in the crappy duplex and scribbled in my coloring book. She’d removed my braces for the afternoon so I could play unencumbered. “Your legs got squished…