I've always been leggy. In elementary school, I was always the last person in line when we arranged ourselves in size order. I was always the girl assigned to shut off the lights when the class left the room and it was very rare that someone else trailed behind me. So growing up, I've always had a love/hate relationship with my legs.
Considering I spent my childhood summers scraping my knees on NYC concrete, and fending off uncontrollable mosquito bites in the bushes of my backyard - it's safe to say you won't catch me in one of those Nair commercials any time soon. But with age comes maturity, and I've learned to accept them - flaws and all.
I'm ok with my cellulite, my stretch marks, my dimples & scars...
"Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on." - Henry Rollings
Vest - Urban Outfitters, Shorts - H&M, Belt, Bag, Earrings - Vintage, Shoes - Steve Madden, Silver Ring/Cuff - Street Vendors.
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