I grew up being called, “Thunder Thighs”, among other pejorative weight and size related nick-names. These came from family members, “friends”, and mean kids at school.
I despised my thighs so much, when I was 30, I paid about 5K to have liposuction. Not once, but TWICE. (first time just wasn’t enough).
Yesterday, I intentionally chose to do hot yoga in shorts. And, the entire time, as I was bending, stretching, warriorring, and downward dogging, I whispered words of gratitude for my thighs; gratitude for their strength, endurance, and power.
As I pondered their dimpled appearance, I wondered who decided that dimples are negative. Is an orange any less beautiful than an apple? No, they’re just different, but both are vibrant, sweet, and nourishing.
For today, I am grateful for what is, and will define beauty my own dayum self.
Light and Love,