Happy feet

So yesterday I learned something new about myself. I've had a ton of knee problems and when doctors ask me about my medical history, I really have nothing to say except, "Well, I remember this picture of me as toddler with casts on both legs, but I don't know why." So I called my mom yesterday and learned that I was born with club feet.

No seriously.

And it's weird to learn this about yourself, but it's even weirder to learn it at 25. I mean, I wouldn't hold it against my parents for not telling me, because it's not exactly something you bring up at the dinner table.

"Hey, remember that time when you had that horrible birth defect?"

But it's like I've been living a lie. And I mean that in the most humorous way possible, because guys? I teach DANCE.

So anyway, I'll just add it to my list of maladies. For the folks keeping score at home, that's:

• mild scoliosis,
• chronic migraines,
• crippling allergies,
• hypothyroidism,
• damaged knee cartilage,
• arthritis, and now
• club feet