These Legs

These legs. I love these legs. My husband calls them my “meaty German legs”. I'm not German, though somehow along the way managed to adopt “meaty German legs”.

I used to hate them, before I knew better. When I was little, I used to hit at my thighs and pout because they were so big and thick feeling. At one point in my life, I starved myself of food and of the joys of movement in an attempt to make these legs smaller.

Since then, I have worked for almost half a lifetime to embrace these legs, to make these legs strong, to take me places. 20 years later, I love these legs. These legs are strong and sturdy, quick, agile and coordinated, grounded and adventurous, humble and loud, sometimes heavy sometimes light as a feather, sometimes smooth and most of the time fuzzy, inked up and celebrated.

These legs can run, jump, squat, lunge, shimmy, pivot, tap, samba, salsa, grapevine, kick, swing...
These are my legs and I love them.

What about you do you love?