I have had a lifetime battle with my thighs.
I know, no big news - most women have. I truly don't think I've ever heard ANY woman say - Oh, how I love my thighs - at least not the women I know.
Now this has been going on since I was at least a teenager, and probably got even worse in my 20's, as I became more and more self-conscious that I wasn't "perfect", whatever that was. But the funny thing is, when I look back at pictures of myself at that time, well, my legs are just fine - thighs and all. We are our own worst critics, aren't we?
It reminds me of a story a friend of mine told me a long time ago.
One day, she went to the beach. On a blanket across from where she had situated herself for the afternoon, was a woman. This woman was wearing a bikini. Not a teeny weeny little bikini, but a bikini none the less. This woman was a little plump, and my friend thought to herself that maybe a bikini was not the right thing for her to be wearing.
But a funny thing happened.
As the afternoon wore on, my friend said the woman began to look better and better. And after awhile, she looked darn good in that bikini.
See, the secret was, the woman was comfortable in her own skin. She was happy, in control, confident - not in an overbearing "in your face" kind of way, but in a "this is me, and I'm just fine" kind of way. And it showed.
And that's really what it's all about.
My Beautiful Mom
This is a picture of my Mom. Stunning and lovely, wasn't she?
She hated her legs.
All her life, she thought they were too thin. "Chicken legs" she called them.
Now, let me ask you - were these legs that needed to be hidden?
I think not.
It's all in how we see ourselves.
Take Stella for example. Her feet are a little big, she's having a bad hair day, but darn it - I think she's gorgeous. Don't you?
Here's to seeing the beauty in everyone - and in ourselves.