So I have a thigh gap. I
have always had a thigh gap, even as a toddler.
I look back on old photos, and there it prominently stands. Or sits.
Or lays. What the heck does a
thigh gap do, anyway? But I just
thought it was because I had skinny legs.
And I certainly never thought it was a big deal until recently. Let me proceed to tell you about the
coveted thigh gap.
A couple of months ago, there was a scandal that Beyoncé doctored
a vacation photo so that it appeared that she had a larger thigh gap. I thought to myself, “That has a name?” Then I continued, “Why would any woman in her
right mind choose to do that?” I just
couldn’t understand why an attractive woman like Beyoncé would want to look
like a little boy. And I’m not saying
that everyone with a thigh gap looks like a boy child; I’m just saying that in
my opinion, fuller thighs look more feminine, soft and womanly. And personally, I just always admired them;
even as a little girl.
In fact, I was at the mall recently and saw a young lady with some
lovely, feminine legs, and I thought to myself, “My legs will never fill out
like that.” It never occurred to me that
what I admired was not what vain people in society thought was attractive until
I came upon a news article. I was
shocked to read that people were exercising vigorously, and some were even
going under the knife to achieve a thigh gap.
Are you kidding me? But
what I also realized about thigh gaps is that they are more genetic
than anything else. My daughter has a
thigh gap, and she is blessed with muscular legs. I’m athletic; but she is an athlete. And it also dawned on me that nothing I can
do naturally will make this thigh gap disappear. But now that I know that thigh gaps are the
envy of some people, you know I’m glad that I was blessed with one too. Hey, I never said that I wasn’t vain!!!
But it also got me thinking:
people tend to want the body parts that they don’t naturally have. Of course not all the time, because sometimes
we are lucky enough to thankfully have or don’t have something that we don’t
want or want. Like I’m not keen on hairy
bodies; and as it is, I’m not very hairy at all. Whew!
Thank God for that one. And I’m
not implying that flat butts are the worst thing anyone could have, but after
hearing one girlfriend got teased about sitting on her back, boy was I glad
that I didn’t have a flat butt.
And there are even some things that I have that some people go
crazy for, and even buy. My nails grow
like crazy, but I hate long nails. Long
nails just get in the way. You season
chicken, then you have to clean all the seasoning out of your nails. If you go into your garden to pick some
vegetables and end up weeding, then you have to spend some time getting all of
that mud from underneath your fingernails.
And sometimes they get stained from cleaning products and the
likes. But whenever I complain about
having to cut my nails so soon again, I usually hear, “I wish I had growing
nails.” And when I used to sport longer
straightened hair, I used to hear the same thing whenever I got bored and cut it. “Why did you cut your hair? It was so long and beautiful!” Well, it’s hair, so it will grow back. Unfortunately, not everyone’s hair grows quickly,
so a lot of people take offense to someone cutting her own hair.
So it’s very common for some people to have something and wished
they had something else while other people wish they had that same thing they
wish they didn’t have. That sounds quite
discombobulated, so let me get specific - big breasted women are the biggest
culprits. Pun intended!
They complain that their big breasts cause their backs and
shoulders to hurt. They complain that
they have to buy expensive bras, if they can even find their size. They complain that they can’t run on the spot
like other people. They complain, and
they complain. But if they know what’s good for them, they better not complain
to me. Sure I can get away with not
wearing a bra in public, which I do quite often because as uncomfortable as
those things are, I’m convinced they were invented by a man. Sure I can go running without having to worry
about getting beaten up by my girls. And
if I still had it, my first bra from my teenage days could probably still fit.
But here’s the thing:
unless you are braless and your nipples and belly button are not seeing
eye to eye, then you are just sweating the small stuff. Pun intended!
Of course large breasted women would be happier if their breasts were
big and full, but who on Earth can fight with gravity? Plus, it was your fault for not enjoying them
for the few years that they were perky!
So back to the Beyoncé and the thigh gap. I thought to myself, “If Beyoncé wants a
thigh gap so badly, she can have mine, and I’ll take her shapely feminine thighs.” However, two things stopped me from making
the trade. Beyoncé would look at me and
with that husky voice say. “I like dimples as much as the next person, but I
prefer them on my face. And by the way, I
don’t care for cottage cheese.” Yep,
I’ve been fighting a cellulite injury I incurred when I ran smack into
adulthood. I guess it was inevitable
since I was always susceptible to that, but the older I get, the more difficult
the symptoms are to manage. On the other
hand, it’s still nothing that a pair of jeans can’t fix.
Additionally, the last time I wished for something that I didn’t
have, it didn’t end so well. After having
my last child, I could still see AND touch my hip bone. I thought to myself, “Really, Myra! You have three kids, and you still haven’t
filled out as yet?’ Shortly after that
conversation, I went to a soca concert, and the lead female singer had that
little soft cushiony flesh above her hips that many women possessed. I thought to myself, “That looks so
sexy. I wish I could get a little meat
on my hips too.” And magically in less
than no time, I did. But what I wasn’t
aware of is that that little cushion was the beginning of muffin tops. And what I also wasn’t aware of is that once
they appear, that’s it. You are stuck with them!
So now I just try appreciate what I have because perspectively
speaking, even if I don’t always like it, there is someone who appreciates
it. Case in point – just found out that
my hubby likes my thigh gap. Who knew!!!
"...fighting a cellulite injury...", hmmm. Never thought of it that way, but I am certainly going to start using that phrase. Thanks, Myra!
ReplyDeleteWe women are our harshest critics. I'm glad I am at the stage in my life that I can accept my body as is (most of the time, anyway). I just choose my outfits carefully to compliment my "injury" or my muffins:)