I never thought the day would come. I’ve finally accepted the fact that I will never have those skinny stick-thin model legs. No matter how much I run, don’t run, lift, or don’t lift, eat, or don’t eat. (Let’s be real: I love food way too much to stop eating so I guess we’ll never know if that would work). I’m happy to say that I’ve embraced my muscular runner’s legs and have grown to not only love them, but to be proud of them.
Mind you, I might have a slight change of heart when it’s fall again and I can’t fit into 90% of the cute riding boots I want because of my ridiculous calves; but for now, it’s summer and I fully intend on wearing the little lace shorts I’m obsessed with and rocking mini dresses without a care in the world.
P.S. I leave for Portugal in less than 2 weeks and I couldn’t be more excited!