Outfit | Sausage Legs

Yesterday, Aja pointed out that I have “stubby sausage legs.”

Huh. I’d never realized that before! Thanks so much, Aja, for pointing that out. What would I do without such constructive criticism; I had no idea!

Honestly, if anyone thinks they can say anything about my body that is MORE hurtful than what I’ve said about it to myself for 30+ years, they’re wrong; the nasty voices in my own head are pretty good at pointing out my “flaws.” Been there, done that.

And so what if I do have sausage legs (and flabby arms, by the way)? Perhaps I do. Yes, my legs are thick. And my arms are flabby. Absolutely. And? The point is?

What would she have me do?

Cover my legs? okay, so I’ll cover my legs, but only with straight, boot cut or slightly flared jeans/pants, and only with heels, so my short, thick legs will appear longer and leaner. Oh, and the heels I wear, should definitely not have an ankle strap, or be a low wedge, or even platform heels. I should wear a single sole shoe; a pointed toe pump with at least a 3″ heel is the most leg lengthening, so I should wear that.

But whatever I do, I should be careful not to cover myself completely, so as not to hide my body altogether. I definitely shouldn’t wear any oversized tops, or things that don’t show my waist. I can show my shoulders, but not my upper arms, because they’re flabby. Cardigans or sweaters should not be so long as to drown me, or make my short legs appear short.

If I don’t want to cover my legs, I should at least wear an a-line skirt, because with my wider hips and legs, it’s the most flattering shape. And I should absolutely not wear flats, because they make my short legs look….short.

Moving on from my sausage legs to my flabby arms, I should probably not wear sleeveless shirts or tank tops. Or cap sleeve t-shirts because they just make my upper arms look bigger. Maybe I should just cover my arms altogether and wear long sleeves? But then, a bateau neck tee is ideal, because the wider neckline balances out my hips.

Man. I get tired just thinking about all those rules. Good thing I don’t give a fuck. I did care. Sometimes I still do, just a little bit. I have thought such horrible things about my body that I couldn’t even leave the house some days; I didn’t think I should subject the public to my “sausage legs” and “flabby arms.” Why should anyone else have to see my ugly body?

But now, thankfully, I appreciate my body for what it is: a sturdy, beautiful, healthy, strong, vessel for the most important part of me.

I choose to share it here, my body, and what’s inside, and I understand that I dress in ways that many people find un-flattering, and quite un-attractive, but I choose not to care what those people think. I DO care about being comfortable and expressing my personality through my clothing. And more than that, I care about being kind and helpful.

I think that’s enough.