Showing My Legs
As a collegiate tennis player, my legs were always out. This never bothered me as I was a warrior on the court and nothing except a loss could bring me down. I cared not about my appearance. I cared not about who was watching. I was comfortable.
I visited the Bahamas at some point in my life. A crazy college student decision I made and I enjoyed every drunk moment of it. The cruise ship was leaving from Fort Lauderdale so that was my first encounter with Florida beaches. I loved it. Because I was at the beach, and with friends I couldn't care less what their thoughts of me were, I was comfortable in my short dress. I was comfortable.
Looking back I am seriously questioning if it's the look of my legs or the extra weight I carried that bothered me. Society dictates these unattainable rules. I guess with age you learn to live and decide for yourself. I hated my legs, but I still exposed them. Whether intoxicated or not, I showed them and not once did anyone comment on their appearance; negative or positive. As long as I was comfortable with my surroundings, I cared not.
With growth, I have realized that no matter your shape or size, you can wear anything. As long as you are comfortable, your insecurities won't consume you.
God made you and He makes no mistakes.