I got my thighs from my mama. They are what some people might refer to as, “thick.” I refer to them as Thunder Thighs (affectionately of course).
After 23 years of wiggling into skinny jeans and avoiding the inevitable chaffing shorts bring during running, I have a some thoughts for my thighs…I lied. It’s a poem. I wrote a poem for my thighs… Here goes:
This may be the strangest letter that I’ve ever composed,
but it must be done so everyone knows…
I’m in love with you, every inch, every lump
all the way up from my knees to my rump
You may not be slender, or tanned, or smooth,
but you’re up for the challenge when I start to move
You power through squats, lunges, and stairs,
and you don’t seem to mind when some people glare
You’re soft and you’re kissable, curvy and strong,
So how on earth could you ever look wrong?
There are lots of thighs a woman could have,
thick ones, skinny ones, neither one bad,
but I’m glad that you’re mine for all that you do,
Thank you dear thighs for loving me too.
This whole journey to body acceptance and self-love is kind of a roller coaster, but an exciting one that I’m gonna keep riding. Each day I am learning that my self-worth is based less on what others think and more on how I feel. And lately, I feel really good.
I was realizing today that my body is becoming less of an object of comparison in my mind, and more of a tool. My body is a method of accomplishing day to day things and that’s it. So far it’s doing a damn good job. In fact, it rarely lets me down. So for that reason alone, I should be completely in love with it. So to my thighs and all my other perfectly strong and functional body parts, thank you for getting shit done. <3