The ideal body type has morphed into so many different shapes and sizes throughout my life. Somehow I knew as a child…maybe 4th grade or before…that I had bigger legs than other girls. Funny thing is that I was never a chubby kid…not even slightly chubby, yet because of the space that my legs took up, I assumed otherwise. Even at my smallest, my legs were vastly larger than most girls around me.
Apparently in this culture we are supposed to have legs the length of a football field and as thin as ski poles. (not tree trunks, I guess?)
No matter who I compared myself to I was always disappointed. When living in Southern California–a place that in my words is “hell on earth” for anyone with confidence issues–I couldn’t figure out how to get my legs small enough to fit the mold of what was deemed the perfect figure. The more weight I lost, the more cellulite I seemed to have. Funny thing is, my legs seemed the same size no matter how much weight I lost. Duh… Continue reading