I think it was at the age of 15 that I realised I couldn’t do anything about my “tree-trunk” legs. That doesn’t mean I didn’t go thru self bashing because of them, okay.
I was (and still is, at times) obsessed on how to get my legs slimmer (mind you, not only thighs or what not it’s the WHOLE LEG – from fat ankles to the thunder-thighs). Oh. And my feet are also wider than usual – which means ugly sticking out toes in nice petite shoes.
Cheh.
Anyway, fat legs.
Yes.
When I see SYT (sweet young things) in micro shorts or mini skirts – first thought (the aunty kind), “AIYOR! So short, my goodness!!”.
Second thought (the if-you’ve-got-it-flaunt-it kind), “Then again, they have the basics to wear like that anyway.”
So I usually like to stick to jeans. Not slacks, just jeans. Gives me more freedom and less chances of getting any rips.
*haha*
I know it’s more flattering for me to stick to jeans/slacks but these days I’m going around looking for skirts because I’m just plain LAZY (easier to iron skirts than trousers) – still dislike legs in skirts but laziness overpowers the rest of the mind.
*hehe*
I have quite a long torso – it’s NOT good if you are of normal height. It means less length allowance for legs. Which means legs are stocky. (I try to comfort self by saying I’m very “stable” when I stand) So I look “stunted” or not as tall as I am in measurement.
Unfortunately some of these girls are labeled as “lala girls”. Why eh?
Stereotyped.
At times I can’t help but wishing that I was wee bit fairer, slimmer, taller, petite (I KNOW it contradicts “taller” but sometimes I get the impression petite girls are more favoured), smarter, have smaller feet, have slimmer legs, shinier hair, nicer finger nails…
*haha*
You get the idea. Once you start a list, you get all super nick-picky.
I just thank God that I have two hands, two legs (stocky or not), fingers that could move properly, stomach that could digest food, tastebuds that work, a brain that functions *haha*, eyes that see, ears that hear…for this life itself, basically.
…still! I don’t like my “tree-trunk” legs.
I’m such a pear.
