Growing up, more specifically in my adolescent years I did not like my legs😭, I have fat legs the type my secondary school mates call “Yam Legs” “hehehe“, I literally used to get teased (teased and pissed too at that😭). Fast track to university days, my social circle widened,new environment more people e.t.c. I saw slim , nice , great legs “Oh! how i hated my fat yam legs 🙄. When conversations tilted towards body structure, trust me I always had to list my preference without being asked, I would tell you I love my hands ” I meaaan I am absolutely in love with my hands” but my legs no oh! “mba!, ko jo!“.
Fast track to maybe 300 level or 400 level in the university I started getting comfortable with my legs but “in love?” naah! that was a different journey entirely. Most of the time I am on casuals (tees and jean) and even before the lockdown I rarely expose my legs when going to work but on the days I do, a colleague literally calls me hot legs🤣 and queries why I do not wear skirt or dresses more often😋.
On the 8th of May, 2020 at about 1.00am, I looked at my legs and I fell in love with them, then I remembered and reflected on the journey of 12 years it took to get here and I became super thankful. Unfortunately these legs are flawed and scarred I mean badly scarred 😃 but hey! they are hot and beautiful still and they are a blessing.
What part of your body are you not comfy with, got any?. From a deeper perspective, what part of your life are you guarding jealously in a pair of jean trousers that you have not grown to accept as part of you and your story, maybe just maybe you should take some time to look at that part again and come through a process of acceptance and gratitude and in the long run maybe love.
P.S: Viva La Vida