I posted last night about Gabby Douglas and her big thighs. I've had issues with my thighs since I was a teen. I remember reading back then in Seventeen Magazine about how you're supposed to be able to stand up straight with your knees touching each other and that there should still be some room in between your thighs. Mine failed that test.
The running craze happened when I was a teen, too, so even if you weren't a runner, you had to have at least one pair of running shorts. The shorts legs would ride up some for me even when I weighed only 112 pounds. Big thighs again.
So I decided back then that I hated my thighs, and I've been dealing with that ever since. It's been 30 years, you'd figure I'd have grown up on that by now. Sometimes I have.
Any rate yesterday looking at footage of Gabby Douglas and her young gorgeous body, I was startled to notice she has big thighs. And no shame about it, they were totally exposed, not hidden away. Because they were spectacular in their own right. She couldn't soar without the power of her quads and hamstrings.
It was very redeeming for me. To see her celebrating her whole legs. Makes me celebrate my own thighs, too. They've carried me a good long way and run hundreds of miles, and biked hundreds of miles, and swum a whole bunch of miles, too. My legs are powerful, they've made me able to compete in races and made me a good hiker and all that.
Today I've been in the mood to prep and/or cook all the vegetables in my house.
sweet peppers chopped for munching
roasted vegetables (carrots, zucchini, potatoes, cauliflower, onions)
fennel and onions baked in broth and balsamic vinegar
tomato and basil salad