Salute Thy Shorts!

It has been a pretty hot spring since the weather broke and the Winter ended. (Yes, Winter with a capital W, Game of Thrones style!) I'm typically a skirt wearer all summer because it's way too warm for jeans, they aren't cute, and I like the breeze. Also because I'm pretty ashamed of my thighs. They're bigger than I'd like and prone to dark bruising and also rather jiggly and dimpled with cellulite. 

But let's think about that for a second. I'm ashamed. How can I be ashamed of something like that? This isn't like the time I got caught driving the neighbor's car. This isn't like being caught in a lie. This is a part of my body. 

For the longest time, I regarded my body as a meat suit that I wear around my soul. An object that can be used to hurt me or give me pleasure, depending on the stimuli. It was all very scientific in my mind, and I thought my assessment of my body was clinical and objective. 

That's clearly not the case. 

I've been focusing so much on the bad stuff that I've been ashamed of wearing shorts. Shorts for heaven's sake!!! In the summer time!!!!!!111one

So I've decided that even though the little tiny short shorts that are so popular now make my legs look like big, square, white sausages (it's hard to stop thinking that way) I'm going to wear them. Well, maybe not the super short ones in public... I'm not comfortable with my lady parts touching park benches or bus seats.

So here's to you, Shorts! I know this is going to be a great summer, and I'm going to feel gratified by the way my thighs not only brush against each other when I walk, but occasionally stick because they're my legs. My thighs. I'm proud of them. 

Please disregard the sink. I didn't have a photographer handy.