I used to be that person that would never be caught dead in shorts – I hated them throughout my teenage years and most of my adulthood. Exactly why? I’m not quite sure, I like how they look on other people, but always hated them on myself. Back in the day I wasn’t allowed to shave my legs in junior high, when the rest of the girls around me were getting acrylic nail manicures and stealing lipsticks from the local pharmacy to be cool. And here I was, feeling like the girl with the hairy legs. I could attribute the change in heart to two different things. First, was moving to Las Vegas, where you quickly learned that no matter how ugly you feel, shorts are an absolute must in the summer. Second, having a blog has taught me to push the limits of what I thought I could and couldn’t wear.
So in the last few years, I’ve finally felt comfortable wearing shorts! But now I get this creeping feeling that maybe shorts are for the really young? Are my shorts TOO short? I guess the self-consciousness of some things never really goes away. But here I am, I busted out the shorts – because we’re in an in-between weather, I’ll sometimes wear shorts with tights underneath like this, just in case it gets too cold or windy (which did happen this day).
After working on this post for the last two hours, and thinking about this shorts subject the whole time…I just feel like I had some sort of therapy session!