Today I got a compliment on my legs from a coworker (a female, so it wasn’t like it was sexual harassment!). But before my automatic response could leave my lips (“Ughh, I hate them—my legs are way too muscular!”), I held back the words and instead simply said, “Thank you.”
After all, if somebody thinks my legs are nice, why the hell should I try to talk them out of it? As a woman, I’m quick to label any body part that doesn’t resemble an airbrushed model as a flaw, but I’m vowing to change my mindset. I mean, these are the legs that will be with me for the rest of my life and they’re muscular because I run, bike, do yoga and kick box. If losing muscle means sitting still, I’d take my muscular legs a million times over.
So in my 29th year, I’m going to stop battling my body and start appreciating it for all the amazing things it does for me. It may be easier said than done, but at least it’s a start.