he had ugly feet

He had ugly feet. I had once been told that I should be a foot model. They're cute and, besides the pinkie, dare I say perfect. But his were ugly, and wide, and one of the most hideous pair I'd ever seen.
Strange that this it what bothered me, his ugly feet, rather than the events that had transpired the night before. The events that ultimately led me here, staring at his ugly feet.

Maybe an ugly pair of feet is about the biggest trauma I can endure. Ugly feet are my shield.