I sent this picture to a woman I’d just met a few days earlier in a sort of professional context:
What is it? (The recipient in fact asked a variant of that very question.) It’s a picture of my 14-year-old daughter’s foot, of course, with change tucked into a pocket of peeling skin. Because we could. I’d intended to text this to our family group chat.
The peeling is not the result of some dread disease. She had used a foot peel product, and we were marveling at the size of the sheets of skin that she was able to remove.
