Thighs. A gift or a curse? I'll lean towards curse.
How do some women have that neat little space between their thighs when standing with their feet together? No damn fair. Even when I played sports 5-6 days a week year-round, I never had that. Nope, instead I get to wear through pants in the thigh area. What can I say, I am a lucky girl!
I go to the gym and do mostly cardio, but I have been slowly incorporating more and more strength training. I know cardio is to eliminate fat all over and strength training is to build muscle that tones and ultimately that burns more fat. I understand the equation. So why does the equation seem to come out with a different answer for each person? Damn genetics.
I cannot tell you how many times I have been on the elliptical and worried that my pace was too fast. How so, you ask? Because I was worried the friction of my thighs rubbing together was going to start a fire. I guess that's one way to "feel the burn."
And how about those cute little shorts some girls wear? HA. My thighs are hungry people. They literally eat my shorts. (Thank you Bart Simpson) I'm talking about that annoying, embarrassing creeping up that the shorts do in the crotch region. As if people can't see that my legs are curvy, my shorts manage to add an exclamation point. The alternative is board shorts or walking shorts. Not a good look on a woman with what I have been repeatedly told are 'child-bearing hips.' Oh yeah. Men say that.
No matter the size and shape, the jiggle and wiggle, or the fact that I fondly refer to them as my "wobbly bits," my thighs are mine. Forever. And they're taking me places.
