I have a dirty little confession to make: I hate my legs. I think I’ve probably hated my legs for as long as I can remember. My knee caps are tilted to the outside so I’m a little knock-kneed. Ever since I was 9 I’ve been self-conscious about my feet turning in (though I’ve pretty well cured myself of that with years of purposeful effort). My legs are also a little—shall we say—chunky. Oh, and did I mention that I’m a recluse who never sees the light of day? (How did you think I keep up with all these blogs?) So they’re also pale, with vibrant blue veins that would make a needle-toting nurse squeal with joy. All in all, a very bad picture.
So maybe you’ll be surprised (or appalled) when I tell you what I bought the other day: a white eyelet skirt that comes above my knees. I almost never wear clothes that don’t shroud my legs in an unoffending sheath. That day, however, I decided that it was time to face the fear and hatred. And the thing was less than $5 at Kohl’s so who’s gonna argue with that?
How could I be so bold and brazen? How dare I expose those lily-white-knock-knees to an unsuspecting world? Simple—I decided to stop taking myself so seriously. Honestly, who is staring at my legs (except you, right now)? I’ve been watching other girls for a long time now, and I figure that if they’re brave enough to show off what they’ve got then I can be brave too.
Plus, there’s a deeper aspect to all this. When you think of all the people out there who have been burned, tortured, starved, or otherwise deformed, what right do I have to be self-conscious about my legs? I had a look at what real knock knees look like and it shocked me. There are more important things to care about.
What are you self-conscious about?
How does that stack up to real deformities and is it denying you really cute additions to your wardrobe?