Le legs

The final day of academichic's "Dress Your Best" week... yes, time for the stems. I used to have a total complex about how I had "big" calves... um, yeah, I was a gymnast... it's called muscle. Guh, what a stupid girl I was. Anyhoodle, I now love my legs. I realize that they are nice because I work to keep them that way, I run 15 miles every week and bike or walk places whenever possible. I have thin little ankles, shapely calves, and they are pretty long for a short girl. I never realized this until I lived with two girls named Megan and Megan and all three of us were the same height. In photos of us they would marvel at how long my legs were compared to theirs (they both had long torsos, unlike me, I swear my ribs are grinding on my pelvis like it's an unchaperoned middle school dance in there.)

Again, can't wear anything too short to work, being around children all day, but anything above the knee is a bit risque for me so here we go...

Oxford - thrifted J.Crew

Watch - Michael Kors

Skirt - thrifted (handmade)

Shoes - Madeline

Honestly, after working with special needs teens for years (many of whom used walkers or wheelchairs) and having a cousin who was paralyzed a few years ago, I don't care what you look like legs, as long as you keep functioning. Go on, grow cellulite and varicose veins in the future, I double dog dare you, just keep on moving and I swear I will keep you strong and won't take you for granted. I may embarrass you in public though by making you wear insanely colored and patterned tights or those old lady knee-highs that come in a plastic bubble, but you're okay with that, yeah?

P.S. Yes, I am bow-legged. So is my mom. I dig it!