Him: You wanna sit down?
Me: No it's okay, I'm good.
Him: Okay, yeah you look pretty athletic. (I'm wearing running clothes). Do you run? (He sees my country music marathon bag). Oh, never mind, guess you do. Yeah, figured you must be a long distance runner, not a sprinter cuz you have really big legs. (He sees me shooting lasers out of my eyes at him). Well, you know cuz sprinters are usually super skinny.
Me: Yeah, I'm clearly not a sprinter. (Exit train).
From this moment on I refuse to be embarrassed about the size of my legs. I'm taking a Kim Kardashian approach to this situation (you know, the way that she loves her bootay). The next person who says something about my thunder thighs better watch out. My response will probably be something like "Yup, they're each a 23 inch circumference of pure strength that I will most likely use to pop your head off if you say one more word to me."
Okay. End Rant. In other news, I had an awesome weekend. I wore my new boots to the Eric Church and Jason Aldean concert. Enjoyed some great music, time with friends, perfect weather, and way too much beer :)
|That's me, with the thighs.|
1. Did you do anything fun this weekend?
2. What is one thing you are self conscious about that you are going to start loving today? (doesn't have to be a physical attribute).