Dear baby toe,
I apologize for every time I hated on you. I have called you names, made fun of your looks, callously (no pun in tended) ignored you when painting my other toes and squeezed you into super-cute but totally uncomfortable shoes for the sake of foot vanity.
Now that you are the color of a dark plum and roughly the size of one, I appreciate all the support you have given me over the years. I never realized how your presence helps to balance me. I promise to treat you better in the future if you will only cooperate and respond to the ibuprofen, elevation, ice and wrapping you are getting now.
Thank you in advance,