As with many parts of my body, I used to think my legs were too short, too fat, too cellulite-y, too imperfect, not feminine enough. All that. I would look at them with derision and a sense of betrayal.

“Why can’t I find boots that fit my calves?” “Why do my thighs chafe?” “Why can’t I have gotten my sister’s slender legs?” Accursed legs!!!

It took my lifetime to date to come to a place of peace about my legs. They are strong and shapely and perfect the way they are. That dumb boy at summer camp in 1993 was wrong about my legs being “too fat”.

However, I do agree with my high school crush; I do kind of look like She-Ra!