When did we start being so weird?

Last week I was informed that I needed to be concerned over having "cankles."

Add that to the saddlebags, muffin top and relief society arms and I might as well sign up for plastic surgery.

Did you know that I thought I was some freak of nature for having thighs that stick out until my sophmore year of college? Seriously. I had no idea they were supposed to curve out until I saw some anatomy drawing of the female form. I thought they were supposed to just go straight down under the hip bone.
Imagine my relief.

Monday night I went to a zumba class at my local gym. The teacher had the most chiseled six pack I have ever seen. On a man or a woman. I wondered if she would think I was fat.

I've never had an athlete's body. Never will.

And I like it. I like that it has feminine curves and isn't rock hard.

When Jonathan and I first started dating he asked me if I liked my body (foreshadowing, anyone?). I told him I did because it did everything I needed it to.

I'm grateful for my body.

Especially my thighs that stick out.

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all.