Saturday, November 2, 2013

#BEDN - 2. Something I Made

I have decided to jump onto the Blog Every Day November project that Rosalilium is running, I've never tried one of these before, and it was a spur of the moment decision yesterday, which is why although I blogged, I chose not to take part in the given topic of introductions and posted about my Autumn essentials instead. That and I couldn't come up with anything original for the theme introductions. Yeah, I know. My bad.

However, day 2, Something I Made, well there's something we need to talk about. That something is muscle.


Legs 11

Jeans, Topshop (factory seconds via eBay) - Slippers, Tesco - Legs, model's own. 

My legs and I are having a tough relationship at the moment. They are mostly doing all the hard work, and yet I'm not all that grateful. When I look in the mirror, I see masculine, heavy legs. When I try on jeans and trousers, I have been known to shed a tear or two in recent months because whilst the waist size would definitely be right if I could get them up that far, my thighs and bum and having none of it.

So what's all this got to do with the theme? Yeah, I'm getting there, I'm getting there. You see the problem is that whilst I've been told that my legs are 'horrible' and 'unfeminine' and whilst I look in the mirror and feel my dislike of them, I can't deny the fact that aside from general getting around, my legs take me to and from work every day, on my beloved bike. And I'll be honest here, you can't cycle 20KM a day, and not build some quad muscle. That's just how it is.

Those legs I think (and others, clearly) are so ghastly, well I made all that muscle. I made that strength that has allowed me to break my own personal records on no less than 15 different sections of my cycles to and from work, and the strength that has knocked 6 whole minutes of my journey time since I took up cycling back in February, 4 of those minutes in the last month alone.

This month has been the one where I've decided to be proud that my whole body, including those big quads of mine, is strong enough to get me about like it does and perform how I want it to. I created this version of myself, this is something I made, and if I don't learn to love it, why should anyone else?




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