But real talk. I had chicken legs growing up so bad that whenever we had to do sit-ups I’d stop in the middle the second my shorts slid down my legs and pull them back up over my knees. I could wrap both hands around my upper leg and be able to connect fingers on the back side.
I’m super proud of my legs now because they traumatized me as a child and teenager.
I’m super proud of my legs now because they traumatized me as a child and teenager.