This is my thigh appreciation post. I’ve been in recovery for bulimia for the past 6 months and I’ve always been too embarrassed to do one of these before. I’m sick of crying over my lack of thigh-gap and hating myself for not being “strong” enough to achieve one. These legs carry me through grueling spin classes, help me maintain balance in Pilates, and put up with the pounding of running down hard streets. They have taken me to beautiful countries and have put up with razor cuts and cigarette burns. I’m done with hating them and hiding them and scratching and punching them. My legs are strong and I love them. That is all.