Inspiration taken from an Alexander Wang hoodie. Stilettos, Balenciaga.
For years, when I was explaining to my friends why showing my legs was out of the question, it was enough that I show them solid proof to justify my case. Somehow, they quietly agreed and I’d be left in peace with my own beliefs.
At least that was how it all worked out for me. A certainty is a comforting thought. Almost like a comfy pair of pants.
I definitely find something off with my calves. They’re too pronounced, too muscled. It looks horrible to see them bunched up tight when I wear a skirt paired with high heels.
Although not everything about them is flawed. The upside of having legs that taper like a rocket ship is that weight gain does nothing to their shape. It’s all a matter of morphology. I assure you some parts of my body jiggle but my legs are cellulite-free.
So there I was about to act out drama scene # 23 opposite Géraldine saying, “Look at me. Even 30 years of bikram yoga won’t ever stretch these muscles down here.”
As usual, I expected the usual reaction where she would agree and let it go.
But no. She told me, “Well, look at you. Are you out of your mind? Do you know how many girls dream of having athletic, muscular legs? Forget all that crazy nonsense and better show off those gams or else, you’ll never hear from me again.”
It’s possible to get stuck with our complexes, even cling to them. Over the years, they just become our sorry excuse.
So I listened to Géraldine for a good three minutes and put my pants back on.
After some time, I met a guy… who ended up seeing my legs.
Then suddenly, he called me out and said, “Well, look at you. Are you out of your mind? Do you know how many girls dream of having athletic, muscular legs? Forget all that crazy nonsense and better show off those gams or else, you’ll never hear from me again.”
You know how girls can become too hard on themselves. Rather than shut up, I showed my unnameable flaw for him to see clearly. “Go ahead, take a good look so you’ll understand why it’s simply not possible to bare my legs in public!”
But it was useless. He even thought they looked beautiful. How could I resist? I gave in and promised to abide.
On my first attempt, I put on a short skirt and heels and had him as my shield.
As for the outcome, well, first and foremost was, I didn’t die of humiliation. Fact is, no one mocked me. On the contrary, I got plenty of positive comments. And the loving gaze of my man was pretty much the icing on the cake.
So I decided to keep this look. I did it once and eventually made a habit out of it. I’m showing off my legs rather more often these days.
Almost a year ago has passed since that incident and time has made me wiser, I guess. I can now say I’m not perfect yet that’s fine with me. I’ve learned how to look at the whole picture and make the best of what I’ve got. I’ve learned not to give a damn about what others think because the ones who really matter appreciate you for who you are.
Okay, enough of the sentiments and take your eyes off my calves right now! Oh yes, I can see you staring!
Translation : Magali Eva Suárez.