A lovely little essay to start off your day. About how the way we see ourselves can be distorted, and how it can be reclaimed.
I was running unaware—running after Patrick Bush because it was the summer after 5th grade and running was fun and fast. I was running through the grass, near the fence, not quite catching him, now closer, laughing laughing out of breath. Then he turned and ran after me. I circled around the slide and the diving boards, then he said it. “Wow. You have Thunder Thighs. Maybe you shouldn’t be running around the pool like that that.” … I have thought about my thighs once a day (or more) every day since.
Thanks to Amy for the link.
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