Ode to Bare Feet

Posted on June 9, 2014

bare feetLast night I walked across the carpet in my bare feet. You should know I do that a lot. I bare my feet to the elements every chance I can get, and not just because I’m too lazy to put on shoes. I like bare feet and I cannot lie. Unfortunately, there was something on the carpet that stuck into my foot and caused me excruciating pain. Oh how I wish I still had the feet I had when I was 10. The soles of my feet were as thick as cowhide for a good reason: From June to September, I hardly ever wore anything on my feet. I was a barefoot kid.

You might have to be a fifties or sixties kid to appreciate what I’m going to tell you about the joys of bare feet. I look at little kids now and I hardly ever see them without footwear. I’m not sure whether that’s good or bad. But this article by The Society for Barefoot Living extols the following virtues for going barefoot:

  • ¬†Eliminates hammer toes
  • Eliminates athlete’s foot
  • Prevents foot odor
  • Eliminates plantar fasciitis
  • Allows children’s feet to grow properly. The examples of women in China whose feet are bound show that some footwear can damage the proper growth of a foot.
  • Gives children a better sense of balance that footwear can hinder.
  • Teaches children the proper way to run, since shoes often force children to run with an unnatural gait.

But for me, bare feet comes down to freedom and fun. It was just more fun to cruise the neighborhood sans shoes. If you haven’t tried it, there is so much you’re missing.

Mud squishes between toes and has textures your hands never realized.

Little boys can climb trees and actually use their feet to assist in the climbing. Feet can grip, and that’s not just knowledge a monkey has. I could also climb up door jambs with one foot on each side. My mother could never figure out how we got footprints at the top of the door.

Any water becomes a relief. No time wasted having to remove footwear.

The bottoms of your feet become like shoes anyway. After the summer of bare feet I could walk across gravel, go on hot sidewalks, step on bees, run at full speed over any terrain, ride a bike and pedal without feeling pain, get slivers and not care. I once looked down at my feet after a day of travelling about the wonderland that was my neighborhood and I noticed a bee’s stinger still attached. I didn’t even feel it sting. What wonderful feet I had.

Try out your feet sometime. It will take a little getting used to, but you’ll thank me later.