Thank you, Legs!
If you ask me what part of my body I am most self-conscious about, it would probably be a tie between my legs and every other part of my body. They are short, my thighs are chunky, my calves are veiny, and these legs are whiiiiiiiite. Like, white white. Like, glow in the dark white. Like, almost blue. Like, visible from space. Like, I wish my teeth were this white. What I'm saying is that they're white. No, they don't tan. No, I can't use self-tanners, it isn't fooling anyone and most definitely looks worse.
Sorry, I forgot this was supposed to be a body positivity blog. What was I saying?
Ah yes, THANK YOU LEGS! I turned 29 last week, and do you know what these two legs of mine did for me? They hiked me through Red Rocks Park in Colorado. They climbed hills and naviagated narrow paths. They carried me for miles, and they broke a sweat. They took me to a place I had never been before and showed me true natural beauty. They reminded me of how small we humans really are, how insignificant a petty worry about chunky thighs is, and how little it all matters. They stood next to my husband, the love of my life. They allowed me to be still, to be silent, to be grounded. They gave me perspective.
Thank you, legs. It was the best birthday present a girl could ask for.