Legs and The Skirt

We all have parts of our bodies we're not overly fond of. Mine: my legs. I love my eyes, I think my smile is friendly and I'm working on that belly of mine, but my legs? Not a fan. I honestly have not worn shorts out in public since high school. I have not worn a skirt that comes up to my knee in at least three years.

How sad is that? My legs get me where I need to go. They've carried me two hundred miles on runs in the last nine months. They've carried me everywhere I've needed to go for the last 26 (coming up on 27) years and, other than a torn ligament from basketball in the 8th grade and some sprained ankles from my own clumsiness, they've been very good to me. I've decided to embrace these legs of mine, faults and all. To best show off my legs, and to best show off some curves I'm also coming to embrace, I found a pencil skirt I love. I found it at Lane Bryant (they no longer have it, I checked) and I love the way it makes me feel and I love the way it looks.





I put on this skirt this morning and almost talked myself out of wearing it. I almost didn't let myself enjoy the newness, the freshness, and the exhilarating feeling of wearing this skirt. At work, people noticed. They definitely noticed and I got compliments left and right. I'm pretty sure this skirt is going to get worn again, along with another one I picked up at Old Navy while my family was here last weekend. Skirts, here I come. Shorts, you may not be far behind!