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Of course that experience in the department store wasn't enough to deter me from saying you're fine like a mother when I grew up and had to deal with any child whose worries bored me. I'm not proud of that, but it's true. Karma bit me for it when I said, "You're fine" to my son minutes before he threw up all over his suit, his shoes, and the interior of my new car on the way to my aunt's funeral.
But that day in the department store did inspire me to buy my swimsuits online as soon as the technology became available.
The other thing is that I have big legs and "cankles," thick ankles that blend into my calves and shins. My biggest complaint about my cankles is that they make it hard to buy comfortable ankle socks. I'll bet there are enough women with cankles that if someone were to design the cankle sock, that person would make a fortune. I think the biggest argument for cankle socks is that they would be big enough to never get lost in the dryer.
I haven't worn a dress, pantyhose, and heels at the same time in ages, but I remember that those three items, worn together, did great things for my legs. I still had big legs, but they were big, SEXY legs. Even the cankles stopped being cankles and were transformed into something like great cleavage, but in my shoes.
My mother's legs were a lot like mine, and my father was crazy about her legs all their lives together. He loved to tell the story about the day he was following her up a steep stairway on his way to meet my grandmother and aunts for the first time. He said my mother kept nervously glancing down at him and clutching the hem of her skirt tight around her legs. He found her bashfulness endearing.
A couple of years ago, I dated a man reassuringly said to me, "Your legs are perfectly fine."
"True," I said, "They move, and they manage to support my weight."
And I wonder why I'm single.
He rolled his eyes. "You have what I think of as rich legs, and they're beautiful."
I wonder if men, overall, need to be convinced of their attractiveness as much as women seem to - again, overall. Oh, come on - who am I kidding? So I'm going to rewrite that old song, When a Man Loves a Woman to sing to myself as needed. I'm calling it, When a Woman Loves Herself and Her Cankles.