Overall, I like to think I am pretty confident. I know my strengths and how to use them, embrace my weaknesses, and have a pretty good sense of self. From a physical standpoint, I am comfortable in my own skin, sure of my own sense of style and am happy with my body.
Most of the time.
I think most people have that one area that makes us insecure. Kudos to you if you don’t.
Mine is my legs. Even at my thinnest, they tend to carry weight. I have really struggled over the years to accept them. In a swimsuit, its my not rear or my tummy I worry about, it’s my legs. I usually pick long dresses over short in order to cover them. I tend to fret over how they look in pants. I didn’t wear shorts for over 8 years.
108* weather has a funny way of making you do things you wouldn’t normally do. Stick your head in freezers, take a million cold showers in a single day, run through sprinklers like an 8 year old.
I also found myself cutting the legs off of my “nicest” (but not fancy) pair of jeans.
I chose to cut them kinda short too. Not bootie short, but not bermuda long, either. I just went for it.
I decided in that moment that it was time to be grateful for strong, capable legs, regardless of the lumps and bumps they carry. I need to remember that these legs carry *me* too.
I slipped them on.
Not only did I put them on, but I left them on when a friend stopped by.
I left them on!
It’s a step in the right direction. A step made with self acceptance in mind. A conscious decision to put one leg in front of the other, refusing negative thoughts and rocking each step.
One lovely leg in front of the other.