I have a niggling thought in my head that in certain cultures that dictate the way a woman can dress, the ankles are though to be one of the most arousing part on a woman’s body, right up there with the breasts of a woman in Western society.
I have sexy ankles.
There are a few parts of my body that I have dreaded as I age and gain weight.
My tricep area … don’t want the hanging, wiggly arms….
My jawline… I dread the ‘old lady jowels’…
Ankles… I have worried that as I got bigger I would lose my sexy calves and ankles. And then I broke 270 and I did. Instead of being slender and well turned (to use a really old phrase), they were…. bloated. Swollen. Kinda like when I was pregnant. I hated them. I would wear ankle socks and take them off at the end of the day to discover indents.
But I’ve lost 9lbs.
And found my sexy ankles again.
I’ll start wearing skirts again – I’m starting to feel pretty and feminine again.
I know its not about what I look like, its about how I feel. Looking down at my feet, I FEEL better. Its one of those things that no matter how uncomfortable I was in my skin, I could look down and see something on me that was pretty.
And I have it back.