Thank you everybody for your compliments! Also, thank you for putting me back into reality about my thighs. I tend to over focus on them as if they were the culprit of my wardrobe problems! When this is simply warped. Well, still in therapy so I guess there is work ahead.
I don't know why I'm haunted - still, to this day - by the 80's silhouette of a Brooke Shields or a Daryl Hannah's long straight legs... I remember back in the day a (slim, tall) friend mentioning that in order to be considered "slim", one had to be able to "see the day between the thighs" (voir le jour entre les cuisses). Which was her case. Like in this picture:
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For some reason, somewhere between 1982 and 1987, this "ideal" was imprinted in me so strongly it burnt through all my future reasoning. Of course I was nothing like that, being petite and shapely. My thighs touched. They touched even more in shorts, which would have the unfortunate tendency to rise right up at this very spot as I walked. Now the two horizontal shorts' hems were not horizontal any more, but seemed to be pointing at my crotch as if advertising it! Oh horror to me with my catholic upbringing.
It never occurred to me that the problem were these atrocious shapeless shorts that were sold back then. I thought I was the problem. I was causing perfectly well sewn shorts to become hideous on me. My best friend, the tall slim one, could wear them all day with no problem, the shorts fell perfectly around her slim thighs, with lots of space in between for the fabric to fall straight. I came to believe that my wearing shorts was messy and frumpy.
So for a good portion of my life I avoided them! Which was wrong, of course.
Today I know my thighs are nice and shapely. I know it intellectually. But some days, when I am tired, or when I am in foreign territory, I start feeling insecure again about them.
