"Oh, hi." I've come to love these little stretchies. Whether it was from my thighs ballooning during pregnancy or from my thighs growing while squatting weights, these marks came to be. There's nothing I can do about them-they're a part of me. They tell a specific journey, a story. A story of overcoming hardship and struggle.. a story you guys know little about.
I used to hate my thighs. When I say hate, I mean I would daydream about taking scissors and cutting the "fat" away. I was taunted as a teen by my own mother whom called me "thunder thighs" and who always pointed out when my thighs were getting bigger. Everyone has their problem area and mine were my thighs. I could run for miles and it was like I could never get them freaking toned enough. Instead of fighting them, I embraced them for what they're worth: strength. No they're not stick thin-these thunder thighs are powerful and I'm proud of what they can do-sprinting fast and squatting more than my own weight.
I know you ladies out there have insecurities, but what if I were to ask you to see the beauty in your insecurity? To find the positive in a negative?
It seems so sad to me that the world is so focused on attaining a certain weight or dress size. It's a shame because there are a lot of women out there who are covered in tiger stripes or a size 8 and are amazingly BEAUTIFUL AND STRONG.
I encourage you to never let someone belittle your looks... even if it were your own mother.. this is the most painful thing to experience. Be strong. Fight against a world who is constantly telling you that you're not enough. Love all that is you and most of all-aim for strength.