Of all the parts of my body, my legs take the cake for confidence.
I have always liked my legs.
Also, saying that out loud feels weird.
Culturally speaking, we women have been taught (we have taught us, sadface) that talking about ourselves in a positive way is a no no.
…well, wait. FIRST we’re not supposed to talk about ourselves at all. Not directly, anyways. We can talk about how we react to those around us, but not JUST us. SECOND, we’re supposed to talk about everyone else. And what they’re doing and who they’re with and how they parent their kids and how fat they got after the baby, and who their husband is sleeping with and how unhappy the marriage is and how bad their cooking is and every other negative we can think about someone else so we feel better.
THEN, finally, if we run out of things to talk about, before our conversation with whoever-it-is-whatever-person slips into scary silence, we talk about ourselves.
When we do, we’re supposed to pull ourselves apart.
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