It's been a while since my last post. I'm back to my lazy, lackadaisical self again. I lost the fizz when my birthday month ended. Poof. So here goes nothing...
I was never girly growing up. Of course, I wanted to be! I missed out on those dreamy summer dresses, pretty froufrous and the chromatic world of cosmetics and lacquered nails. My closet housed gray/black shirts, high rise straight leg/boot leg jeans and a few odd bridesmaid pieces used only once. It wasn't entirely because I was devoid of any fashion sense. I could always refer/copy the stuff I read on Seventeen magazine. What kept me from trying a different look altogether was my bowleggedness. It's a condition affecting the legs marked by having an arch from the thigh or knee cap. In my case, the deformity starts below the knee cap. Deformity is such a dreadful term but yes, I am mildly bowlegged and it's the real reason why I never wore skirts, dresses or anything that exposed my legs. The rest of the 'ungirly' qualities simply followed suit one after another. It was this incident back in high school that made me cognizant of this flaw. It was one person's frivolous comment that started it all. If only my emotional quotient had been remarkably high at 14, maybe I would've cared less what anyone thought about me and not lose out on all that girly glory.
Today, I have this wonky gait from trying very hard to appear not so bowlegged. I call it the ballerina stance sans the arm positioning and poise of course :) I am still quite self conscious of my legs even if I am now in my thirties. I am grateful for what I have and I've stopped saying it's unfair a long time ago. We just deal with life the best way we know how. Plus, thank goodness, for stylish maxi dresses!
