I’ve always had trouble loving my thighs. Even when I was young and had thighs much thinner than I do now. Being short and having the build that I do, no matter how thin…I would always have thighs that touch…brushing together…chafing when naked under a skirt all day…causing shorts to ride up between my legs. It’s something that makes wearing thigh-highs uncomfortable (mentally) for me, because my thighs spill over the edge, creating an unpleasant (to me) muffin-top effect.
But, when my legs are naked. There are things about them I can appreciate: my strong calves, the soft skin, the juxtaposition between soft and solid. I can even put up with the emerging blue spider veins that betray my age…and the fact that they never tan, they simply stay this pale, ghost-like, pink color year round.