Personal Narrative: Growing Upside Down

Upside down

I believe that I'm growing upside down.
With my feet in the air and my head firmly planted on the earth.
The first thing I see on someone is the very bottom of their being.
Their smelly feet and cut up ankles from shaving their legs.
They're not very appealing at all.
I attempt to see their face.
The way they talk and smile and simply move.
But, trying to look up that far puts a strain on my neck and it's too hard to see when I do succeed.
I don't seem to like anyone or their smelly feet.
That is, until you came along.
You crouched down, put your hands on the ground, and stood on your head to talk to me.
With practice, you flipped me onto my feet and helped me to walk.
I'm continuing to grow.
But, I now grow right side up.