I love my legs. I decided when I was in Amsterdam visiting the Anne Frank house (observing people go up and down the narrow staircase on crutches or with a great deal of effort) that I would never be frustrated about my body again. My legs may be thick & “athletic,” but they are strong, and I can rely on them to get me where I’m going. I can walk miles and miles around cities and up mountains thanks to my legs. BUT. It’s very frustrating finding jeans that fit lately.

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