I was looking in the mirror last night at my strong thighs. I wondered, what if I was raised being told that thighs like these, full of health, strength, and stability, were the epitome of what thighs should look like?
Thighs with a bumpy top layer, dimples and freckles, not symmetrical to one another.
What if I was taught that these thighs are what men want, what women want, that these thighs weren't "wrong"...
What if I was taught that they were perfect as they are - in all the forms they have taken throughout my life?
Today, I will rewrite the lesson for myself.
The strength and beauty in these thighs are magic. The way that they move and bounce when I walk, when I row, when I carry things when I lay down to rest. Their power is awe-inspiring, their movement is beautiful. Their shape, imperfect coloring, and size are perfect as is.