I have a bunion. Not only that, but a touch of plantar fascitis.

As part of my new (yes, new) initiative to take better care of myself, (and thus, get back to walking regularly) I went to a podiatrist. My feet are now taped up and I’ve been directed to throw away all my high-heeled, pointy-toed shoes and to buy some good athletic shoes and some comfortable, reasonable dress shoes. I’m avoiding surgery here, so it’s critical that I follow directions, so I went with haste to Ragged Mountain Running Shop, as recommended by my doctor, and purchased the correct pair of walking shoes with inserts.

Guess what? I needed a whole size bigger than I’d been wearing. No wonder my feet hurt.

Yesterday, I went to Victoria’s Secret on a mission. OK, I had a free panty coupon which meant, hey, free panties and $10 off a new bra. I walked out with two new bras (Do you know where this is going yet?) in, yes, a larger size.

You know, the irony of needing bigger, more supportive shoes AND undergarments is not lost on me.

Boobs and feet, people. Take care of ‘em or trust me, your body will start to turn on you.