You should see me now!
Ankles. Can we talk about em for a sec?
I happen to hate mine. I hate my legs in general, actually. I remember a long time ago in high school an older lady told me what pretty legs I had. I just wish I would have had enough brain cells as well. Because if I did, I could’ve maybe realized how important it was to work hard and develop a lifestyle of healthiness and not have the “log legs” I do now. Log legs. Isn’t that a terrible phrase? It’s exactly the phrase that a guy used for a reason he couldn’t date me past the first date.
I remember that date like it was yesterday. He was a lawyer from Tulsa. He drove to meet me and we had a lovely dinner at a great local restaurant. It was the first time I had really dressed up for a date. I wore the cutest “little black dress” and heels. I felt so pretty. Our convo at dinner was a great, stimulating combination of quick wit and total sarcasm (my favorite). He wasn’t someone I would’ve thought that I would’ve liked, but I did. Then, as we are walking to the car after dinner, he says “I just got an email from work. Looks like I am gonna have to go.”. Huh? When did he even check his phone? I never left the table and never saw him on his phone. And when did lawyers get urgent emails on a Saturday night at 10pm and have to jet out of the parking lot like a race car driver? Whatever, dude. Clearly we weren’t going to be going out again. He could’ve just disappeared into the moonlight. But he didn’t. He sent a text the next day saying that he was sorry, but he didn’t think we were a match and he just couldn’t date someone with log legs.
Took me a long time to get past that one. Obviously, I am still hanging on to it a bit because I am still talking about it. I even catch myself wondering what he would think now. I’m way bigger than I was 7 years ago when he last saw me. What word would he use to describe something bigger and stumpier than logs? I think if I saw him today, I wouldn’t even say the snarky things that normally cross my mind. I think I would just look at him and smile and think to myself “You silly little man. I hate that you are missing out on who I have become. But then again, you and your overly hairy arms and Tommy Bahama shirts don’t deserve to see who I have become”.
That story is all I thought about as I loaded the pics of this outfit. Add in my discomfort in tucking in my shirt and exposing my untamed stomach to you and the you get Alicia ascending into self-hate at a rapid pace! Shame on me for giving it that much energy. As with any other bad thoughts, self-hate, or worry that start to creep in, I play the truth game. Luckily, playing it with this saved the day!
- This outfit is awesome. Possibly my new favorite outfit.
- I do have large legs. They hold me up.
- I do have large ankles. They also keep me upright (most of the time)
- I look great in this outfit
- I need big limbs to carry around big awesomeness
- So what that I tucked my shirt in. People do it all the time. You can too, Alicia!
So I made a deal with my legs/ankles. You guys keep carrying me around, and I’ll keep working to lighten your load. And I will never bring around a guy who talks to you like that ever again!