10/17/2026
I'm 46 years old, and this is the first summer of my life I've truly loved my thighs.
I saw this written on a pavement in New York the other week. LOVE YOURS.
And I thought... "You know, I ACTUALLY, FINALLY do"
Because this year, of all years, when perimenopause is changing my body in ways I haven't quite figured out, I finally decided my thighs didn't need to get smaller for me to love them.
I've loved my body for a long time. I've done a LOT of work to get here. But my thighs? My curves? They've been a different story.
And this year, I finally wore the shorts.
Not because my body changed in the way I'd always wanted it to. But because something in ME changed.
Do you understand what an act of rebellion that is?
To spend your whole life being told your body is a problem to be solved, and decide to love it anyway?
Not just talk about body positivity. But actually walk out of your house, thighs on show, and feel FREE?
Only to have a man call women who wear shorts "wh**es"?
And by the way, the judgement can come just as fast from other women too. If you find yourself judging someone, I simply say this:
Do you have any idea what it might have taken for that woman to wear them?
How many years of shame she's had to unlearn?
How many summers she's spent covering up?
How much courage it took to finally stop?
I can tell you, it is a LOT.
So, my darling, wear the shorts.
You don't have to earn the right to feel beautiful, comfortable or free in your own skin.
And if this is the year you finally stop hiding a part of yourself you've spent decades trying to change, I hope you know what a bloody enormous thing that is.
LFG ❤️🔥