Remember that story I told you about the boy who drew me in the form of a pig? It was really to accentuate how big my legs were. So I went looking for that picture in the photo albums, but couldn’t find it.
Instead I saw these beautiful pictures of my mother’s legs (right)… phewwit!
Famed for her pair of hot legs, my late mother was (as she used to say) Miss Peter Stuyvesant… one of those models who wore mini skirts and served you a tray of cigarettes in the 1960s.
Well, I wasn’t born with her legs.
At least that’s not what it looked like ever since I was a little girl and as you can see on the left, I can’t even bring myself to show you the full picture of what I looked like a year ago.
Mine weren’t even in the leg category. They were called elephant trunks, pythons that swallowed footballs, and pork trotters.
But today those dreadful elephant trunks started to show signs of being lovely lady legs.
And actually (no disrespect to my mother’s famous legs), they’re looking like they are on their way to being some strong sexy legs with all the squats, skipping, and dancing I’ve been doing.
I can’t wait to see what they look like a month from now.
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