
Have you ever stopped yourself from wearing a certain kind of clothing style because you were self-conscious about a part of your body? For me, that was miniskirts.
I deprived myself of rocking one of the best styles in history (Clueless anyone?) just because of body insecurity - I hated my thighs.
I had hated my thighs from about the age of 12. Before I even got my period, I was already at battle with my body. I resented the way they spread out when I sat down, and I have vivid memories of pinching the skin in disgust as if a little pinch would somehow make them evaporate.
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I wanted my thighs to look like the thighs of the celebrities that I desperately idolised. I wanted thighs like Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan.
Thighs that didn’t spread when you sat down and didn’t jiggle when you moved. I basically wanted my thighs to just look like a continuation of my legs so you’d barely be able to notice them.
Naturally, as I grew into adulthood, my thighs didn’t disappear. They stayed chunky and fleshy and noticeable, and I just hid them. It’s all very depressing to look back on, but at least I was never going to accidentally flash anyone getting out of an Uber because I always had thick black stockings on!