I’m sure there is some body posi (body positive) blogger rule that says I’m not supposed to say that but I can’t deny the truth.
My fellow bloggers (and heroes) are posting pics of themselves in bikinis, meanwhile, I’m hyperventilating over the thought of the world wide web (or in reality, the 20 people who read my blog) seeing skin north of my chubby knee.
I didn’t always hate shorts. When I was 6, I could’ve cared less. But somewhere around the junior high age, I started to care. I always felt uncomfortable in shorts, but growing up in the heat of West Texas, I was also sometimes uncomfortable NOT in shorts.
As crazy as this may sound, I can remember the last pair of shorts that I actually liked. I think I was in 9th grade – in one of my rare “skinny” stages (probably only because I hit a growth spurt and my curves needed time to catch up). I went to Dillard’s and spent my hard-earned, dry-cleaner money (literally, I worked at a dry cleaners) and found a pair of black, Guess shorts with a button fly.
It’s weird that I remember that, right?
But seriously, aside from volleyball and basketball shorts, that was the last pair I wore for a long time.
Fast forward to 2015. I am heavier now than I’ve ever been but I’ve also had 20 years to figure out that some things in life just don’t matter.
What other people think of how I look in shorts is one of those things.
I can’t say that I’m now 100% comfortable wearing them, but I’ve definitely come a long way. As proof, I offer the pictures below.
PS – I knew my short-phobia was waning when I looked at the pic and thought, “who cares that I have thunder thighs – just look at that double chin!” 😉