Every woman has at least one thing they don’t love about their body no matter what size we are. It seems to be engrained in us like a right of passage that comes on with puberty and the loss of childhood innocence. For me it’s always been my thighs, in fact I don’t think I’ve ever had a thigh gap, even as a child. It wasn’t just the look of my thunder and lightning but the fear of them rubbing together and chaffing, it’s the worst feeling like a very irritated sunburn. I always thought that shorts looked awful on me, maybe it was something my mother had said to me years ago or something I just came to believe but I’ve avoided wearing shorts since about high school but this week in London the weather got really hot and I guess I was feeling inspired by my progress so I bought and wore shorts in public! Technically more of a romper but I say it still counts!!
The amount of anxiety about wearing them was so bizarre! Will they ride up between my legs, will they rub? I even took my dog for a short stroll as a test run for comfort. After a few quick tests I felt good to go and headed to the beach to enjoy the 30 degree weather!
I would say overall it was a huge success although I hadn’t accounted for sand in my underwear. I suppose there is a learning curve when it comes to shorts.