You like WHAT?!
It’s funny how preferences work. Sometimes the things that bother us about other people are the exact things that make other people adore them. The things we cannot stand about ourselves are things other people like. I have a friend with this wonderful, loud laugh that comes from her very soul. She doesn’t like it; most of us find it to be wonderfully comforting. Everyone laughs with her, and it feels like being home. This isn’t about laughter, though. It’s about my thighs.
They have always been The One Thing I Would Change. I don’t like them one bit, other than that they’re functional for getting me around. When I was younger, I had dreams of marrying an Olympic speed skater since they had hugemongous man thighs. The years when I could have work short skirts without raising eyebrows passed with a series of below the knee skirts. I have lived through year after year of Texas summers without donning shorts.
Then one day, I called up the boyfriend. The first thing he asked was: “How’s my beautiful big tittied, big thighed girl?”I blinked at the phone for a few seconds and said (rather icily): “I beg your pardon, but what did you just call me?” He repeated it. “What?” He repeated it again, very clearly, and asked if something was wrong with the phone. I told him to never mention my thighs again.
“But I like them!”
He likes my thighs. My loathsome, pale thighs, which I have tried so hard to censor and hide have a fan club. He likes that they are big and soft, among other things. Don’t ask me why, but my concept of big and beautiful has never extended to thighs, save rare occasions where you see someone and wonder how she has perfectly smooth, gorgeous thighs AND happens to be in Lane Bryant, too.
I still don’t really understand it, but what he said shifted things around in my head. They haven’t settled into place solidly, but I have stopped hiding them so much. When he says I’d look hot in a short skirt, I don’t wonder about how much a nice psychiatric evaluation would run. It gives me hope that one day, I might just like them myself! Better yet, it has given me the courage to stop putting off some of my favorite things just because people will see my thighs. Saturdays at the lake have become a regular thing. I considered buying some shorts. I have stopped devising clever ways of sitting to minimize them and just started enjoying things again.























