My Thighs Touch.

As a hussey in my mid-twenties, I take every opportunity that the universe throws at me. She shows me avenues that I joyfully skip along and hills that I trudge up. She presents to me people along the way that will take me by the hand either skipping forwards or holding back. One obstacle that has been in my way since the age of thirteen has been the perception of my physical body. But the past couple of years this obstacle was growing so big it dawned on me that my journey was at a standstill. If I didn’t knock down this wall then I would be stuck on the boring side.

The reason I am writing this, is with the hope that some other bad ass hussy will read it and it will help her realize she’s being ridiculous.

Through all the social media, magazines, fashion and lifestyle sites, we as the female community are often given this image that being super thin leads to a happy life of beaches and vacations. That if your thighs touch, you really can’t shop for all those cute outfits you find on Pinterest. Well, the day I accepted that my thighs would always touch was the day that mother f*ck!ing wall collapsed and I grew into my five foot nine inch frame. Why I finally karate kicked was due to a culmination of little break throughs.

The fittest I have been my entire life was last year and I still looked in the mirror every day pinching myself and criticizing my body. Six…