Meet Pete

Hello, my name is Pete.  That's me on the right, the funky puffy looking one.  And NO... I was NOT stung by a bee!!! I am one in about 3 million who suffer from a rare form of lymphadema called Klipple Turner Syndrom.  So yes, I guess you could say I'm special.  I mean how many feet have you actually met?  I have spent most of my life in hiding, whether it be under the sand, under my bottom when I sit, or in shoes and socks, I have been basically buried.  I started this blog because I am done hiding and am here to say deformities are awesome!  I have met some really great people through my circumstance and without it I think my life would be, well,  normal, and who wants that?  Okay, so back to my profile.  Although I have the circulation of an 80 year old, I''m 30 years young, single, and ready to mingle, well once I loose a little cankle weight.  I like short walks in the shade, being submerged in water (especially cold water), yoga or anything involving an inversion, compression of any sort, gentle massage, being barefoot, elevation, foods low in sodium, and did I mention inversions?  I don't like being on my feet and I certainly don't like long plane rides.  Oh, and I hate alcohol (much to the dismay of Jake)!  You should see me after a night of drinking and dancing...not pretty.  Who's Jake you may be wondering?  Jake is the handsome devil on the right of me.  He's my fraternal twin and thanks to my pelvis we're fairly "attached."  I've spent most of my life living in the shadows of Jake.  I mean look at him,  wouldn't you be envious?  If I'm special, Jake's supernatural.  He's the jock, the good looks, the social one, basically the opposite of me (well the old me that is).  He takes the club out of foot, the peg out of leg, and the elephant out of titus.  You should see him play hackey sac, I'm basically the anchor, there for support, and he carries us.  He's aggressive, me passive.  I'm not very foot forward, like I said I hide myself almost without knowing it, probably to avoid those looks.  I don't like the lookers.   Maybe that's why I didn't own a pair of open toed shoes until I was in 8th grade and that was only because my best friend Jillian took it upon herself to help me pick out my first pair of sandals(side bar she also named me).  Well, I guess that's about it for me.  I am really excited about  my "coming out" and am officially ready to start putting my LEFT foot forward.