The Sprained Ankle

A new pair of shoes, they seem so comfy, even with their five-inch height.

It’s finally spring, the grass is patches of green and brown.

I am feeling brave today and head out with Kevin to take my picture.

On the way back I sink into the soil my ankle going one direction and the rest of my body the other direction. It doesn’t yet hurt but it’s there. This will make ankle sprain number 12 or was it 13? I can’t remember anymore.

Happy Wednesday!!

I'm a lifestyle blogger, covering deep subjects including body images, battles with food, and overcoming how I was raised. I try to be as authentic as possible and I don’t sugar coat how I see things.