LEGS

I was thinking about life the other day, which is not uncommon in fact I think about life a lot. I've noticed that people generally don't like to talk about it with me because I just say things are weird all the time. Like legs. And walking. You have these two dangling limbs connected by a muscle joint rubber band thing called a knee and it takes momentum to propel yourself forward step by step and they just dangle back and forth moving you in any direction you want. WEIRD. Can you imagine if instead of our main source of attraction being facial looks, in todays society, it was based on legs? What would be considered attractive? Masculine legs? Dainty legs? Tan legs? Hairy legs? Cankles? Varicose vaines? Cellulite? Lets picture that world. Let us picture that instead of a "thigh gap" being most desirable (which i'll truly never understand) we want thickness and hair, for protection. Instead of tan, smooth skin we see fair, rough skin, for experience. Instead of seeing airbrushed perfection we see raw, natural, grotesque legs. Legs that are wise, smart, durable and reliable. I do not have a "thigh gap." I have never had said "thigh gap" and the only time I wish my thighs didn't rub together was in July when it's fucking hot outside and the friction created between my legs can leave them raw and sore. But my legs have been sculpted from years of sports, playing outside, riding my bike, swimming with friends, running around campuses and away from trouble, gettin low on the dance floor, workout challenges and ice cream. They are my legs. And man are they WEIRD.

In my Sophomore year of high school I tried to start a exercise routine with my best friend. We would go jogging for 20 minutes and then do crunches, because at the time that's all it took. One night she got exceptionally frustrated at me and said that she hated that she 'jiggled' and didn't want to run anymore. I said "Everyone jiggles. Models jiggle. Your sister jiggles. Athletes jiggle. I jiggle. Whats wrong with jiggling?" And then she pointed the attention to her 'fat thighs.' Naturally, my rebuttal was pointing the attention to MY 'fat thighs'. (Let me point out that I have never, ever, ever in the history of existence in my life been ashamed of my legs. Ever. Honestly. I love'em.) I told her that she should be proud of her FAT thighs because shes able to hold herself up in an entire water polo game, which not a lot of people can do. Guys liked laying on them because they're like pillows, which she had said so herself, and she's never had a problem in that department. She should like them, LOVE them even, because they were a treasure. And they weren't going anywhere.

I don't want to sound vain when I say I love my legs, I'm just very proud of them. I think it is very interesting that women are not blessed with astonishingly easy upper body strength but they ARE blessed with lower halves that produce miracles. That's another thing I find weird. A human being growing inside of you, and once the seed to that little human is planted it will never stop growing. We have to physically push it outside of ourselves, literally cut the chord, and allow it to grow into it's own separate human being. (I am terrified of child birth, but typing this out is actually making me fascinated and amazed by it.) That little human being will (most likely) have legs. Legs that will propel them into creating something for themselves, maybe with another person, and so the cylce continues.

That is so WEIRD.

xo