This gives cankles a whole new definition...

My attitude about Samoa has taken a positive turn since I have been back from Christmas. Some days I even entertain the thought of staying for another year or so. Then again...I don't think I could do that to my feet and ankles. They are slowly becoming Samoan which is the scariest possibility yet. I was blessed to be given small ankles. From the time I was little, I always knew I was destined to be small but there was some mix up, and then I moved here.

Cankles (your calves running into your ankle leaving the void of an actual ankle) are a real problem in the States. You see a lot of people running around and have to wonder to yourself what they were thinking when they decided it was okay to show those puppies off.

Well, I can tell you what they are thinking. They are thinking there is no hope out there for a cure, so they will have to put on a brave face and act like they don't have a problem. I used to think that cankles were a joke, but have since realized that it is in fact very serious. It pains me to admit that I have cankles. Not just your average, run of the mill cankles, but I have Samoan cankles. That is at least 4 times the average cankle. You have to have pretty hefty ankles if you are going to carry anything from a 5x to an 8x around.

My swollen ankles reached new heights on Thursday of last week. We went out to celebrate a birthday at the Equator. The Equator is one of the nicer eateries on the island and is hooked onto the hotel. So in honor of this fine eating establishment I decided to dress up a bit. Instead of just a t-shirt and jeans, I went with a t-shirt, jeans, and heels. For some reason, when I was packing I just knew that I wanted my favorite heels with me for such occasions.

My heels are normal heels, except for the fact that they have an ankle strap. I knew I was heading for trouble when I was putting them on and I had to poke new holes just to get them around my ankles. It was touch and go for a minute...not knowing if the strap was going to join on the other side.

After dinner I came home to get out of my shoes for fear that my feet were going to pinch off. I was horrified when I saw my ankles to say the least. I had to take a picture because I have never seen anything like it. Prepare yourselves...it isn't going to be pretty.