and most recently,
Lethal in the Legs
All are words that have been used by others to describe my legs, to me, they are compliments.
I am proud of my muscular legs, and thankful for all that they do to support my body.
My thighs touch, they have for as long as I can remember, and their lack of a space has never been a big deal to me. They stick together in the summertime, glide by one another while I run, and make me order the next size up in jeans, cause a size two just won't do, with legs as thick as mine.
So at first, I was confused with the whole "thigh gap" term. The running joke between my friends and I is that I "live underneath a rock" when it comes to all things that deal with pop culture, social media, and trends. Well, clearly, my thighs and I were out of the loop on this "thigh gap" phenomenon. While I've been at the gym doing squats and looking in the mirror excitedly at my leg gains, other girls have been trying to eliminate theirs....
WELL, as you can see in the photo,
when I stand with my feet together,
there isn't a gap between the two until my knees,
in which there is a small spec of space,
and my legs continue to touch all the way to my feet.
I must be part mermaid, or part awesome, maybe both
Ariel always was my favorite Disney movie.
I stood in front of the mirror and tried again, this time with my feet shoulder width apart, still no gap.
It wasn't until I stood with my feet past my shoulders that an "if you squint your eyes and look hard enough" space was created, but even still, right below that space my thighs touch.
I was unphased by my lack of space. Instead I was impressed by how my legs still touched despite the growing distance between my feet.