Fifty Seven

Day Fifty Seven:  Oh My

Dear Legs, dear dear dear legs, you seem to be the only part of my body that haven’t given up on me, despite your aches and not so great knee’s or ankles, you keep me upright everyday.  Recently I have found you two to be great anchors when meditating.  Something you may not know about me is that when I meditate I use different things (or to maintain mindfulness) to get back focused on my breathing and not thinking about a bunch of things and just focusing on one.  Lately I’ve been using my legs, really noticing the features, the odd length, the incompleteness I feel with them and the absolute love I do have for them.  What, don’t you love your legs?  Just the fact that you have to walk on them everyday means you are grateful for them.  I don’t thank my body enough, really, because it does the job.  Albeit it usually gives up on me but I do my best to give it what it needs.  I eat oatmeal, and have chocolate when I think it’d like it.  But my legs never give up, they keep going.  When I’m tired, exhausted beyond belief my legs are what get me home.  This is the most bizarre thing to write, how much I love my legs, but let’s be real here, let’s be straight:  they don’t get enough credit.  Girls for one thing constantly hate every bit of their bodies, they pick something wrong with their body, or multiple things (usually tons if not everything) and loathe it intensely for a long time.  I used to hate my legs.  They’re sort of large, and silly, and short and don’t really fit in with what I’d like to look like, but after you know being with them for twenty one years now I’ve come around to them.  They’re mine, they’re cosy, and if I am nothing else I am cosy.  And not boring.  I have said it once and I’ll say it another million times:  I may not be the smartest, or most articulate, or most optimistic, or skinniest, or funniest…but I am not boring.

That is all, thanks legs.

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