Dear Ankles,
While I appreciate that I can walk let me just tell you something. You are so weak. How is it that I can walk and then you somehow became twisted? Have you no shame? We go to the gym, we try to eat healthy and yet you betray me. You have done this since I was a child and you do not realize that I could have been an amazing athlete. Picture this I could have played for the Women's USA Soccer team but no you decided to end that dream very early so I could become a pianist. A freaking pianist. Like cool look at my fingers they are athletic unlike you weak ankles who disappoint me even when I'm walking in flats. How many times must I sprain you for you to give up and understand the importance of not being weak! Do I need to get a brace involved? Because now it is just getting ridiculous. I was standing in heels (low heels) and boom you decide to bend? My brain did not tell you to do that. Did my central nervous system or even peripheral nervous system say "Oh, just bend yourself and she'll fall in front of people no biggie". ? No, it did not I would know because I am my brain? Now, I just sound ridiculous. Remember that one time we climbed Machu Picchu? You were so nice to me. Nothing bad happened. I went up so many dangerous paths and you did not let me down. What ever happened to those moments? Was it something I said? Some shoe I wore? Do you prefer high end shoes?
Ankles, do you understand who my ancestors are? The great mighty Incas? Does Tupac Amaru ring a bell? No, not the rapper, the Incan leader! The "last Inca". Incas climbed everything in their empire and I can't get you to sometimes climb two flights up the stairs at work to come home to one of you hurting for fifteen minutes. You know what I still have faith in you guys. I just needed to rant to say that we need to work on this. It is not like I can just cut you guys off and have you replaced with someone else's.If I could maybe I would. Perhaps I should just learn to accept and appreciate you. I should seek professional help to make you stronger. But sometimes you just anger me.
To close this off ankles I wish we could have a better relationship. You have so many possibilities and this is only the beginning of our journey together. I trust you will eventually come around and help me achieve the things I want to achieve in life. I just ask you that if I ever end up doing a cliche slow motion run to the love of my life that you don't twist or bend because it would ruin the moment.
All The Best,
Me
