Chutes and Ladders: Vol. 1

My Thighs

This thigh gap trend will be the death of me. Because my thighs not only touch, they hug. But I'm not ashamed. I've spent so many years of my life being ashamed of who I am and how I looked that I never learned to love myself. I did learn things I don't remember being taught in school. Like high waisted jeans will make you look thinner and the darker the jean, the thinner you seem. It has taken me almost 18 years to come to the realization that I am not ever going to be a size 4. All it took in the seventh grade, was for my pediatrician to tell me that if I ran, I would start a fire for me to feel like I was nothing. Loose fitting pants and water for lunch are the benchmarks on my map that I refuse to visit again. I have learned that liquid leather leggings and thighs that rub are not a good combination. And that black, cotton leggings are not only more flattering, they are way more comfortable. I learned that being comfortable in your own skin, means more than 100 squats. I learned that 100 squats will not change the size of my thighs. And most importantly, I learned that the size of my thighs does not equal the amount of love that I deserve. I will no longer compare myself to the models that I can barely see. I will pride myself with the knowledge that my thighs are best friends and probably always will be.