In honor of Target's thigh gap debacle, I though I'd make all you normal women (like me) feel better with my own thigh gap-problem (or lack there of...). No, praise the Lord, this has nothing to do with bathing suits/Target... but still it was almost equally traumatizing.
Today I went to my beloved gym sporting a running skirt.
(For those of you who, like me, don't have a thigh gap... you are already chuckling to yourself.)
(For those of you who don't know what a thigh gap is... Here is a great explanation. It's an unrealistic goal for most women... but it's when you stand up and your thighs don't touch. If your body is naturally like this... awesome, but it is now an idiotic standard for ALL WOMEN who want to look good in a bathing suit/skinny jeans/etc. Thus the Target debacle. Don't even get me started on that soap box... huff. All that to say... I don't have one and I don't want one, but today... not having a thigh gap caused a slight problem with my running skirt).
So ALL THAT TO SAY...
I purchased this skirt on sale during the off season last year and have been DYING to give it a go. Wellllllll... the warmer weather this week finally gave me the opportunity. So this morning, when I got ready to go to the gym (and by got ready I mean, I brushed my teeth and wiped off yesterday's masacara that had somehow gotten stuck on my cheek?)... I decided I was going to try to make up for the mascara tragedy and lack of make up with a running skirt.
Now I'm not gonna lie, I was feeling pretty sly in my fancy lil nike running skirt.
Have you seen those cute lil things on pinterest that say, "What I think I look like, What I really look like." Well.... Here's how I felt this morning & here's what I actually looked like.
Yup. In my head, that skirt was awesome. I was practically a super hero... until I started running...
At that point, a nice lady had struck up a conversation with me on the treadmill. Which eventually got slightly uncomfortable because every 5 minutes I was pulling the spandx from my lack-there-of-thigh-gap. Nothing says, "Hi, nice to meet you!" like adjusting your undergarments repeatedly. Eventually the conversation ended awkwardly because she initially had asked how far I was running that day and I told her the amount, but now I was stopping SIGNIFICANTLY shorter due to chafing. So naturally, the conversation ended with me saying, "Well it was nice meeting you, sorry I have to stop earlier than expected because this darn running skirt is just not working out for me." To which she gave me a blank stare... and I had to explain that my thighs were chafing. #HelloImAwkward #NiceToMeetYou.
All that to say, Nike, can you PLEASE make a running skirt with slightly longer spandx/skirt for those of us who DON'T have a thigh gap? Please and thank you. - The most awkward runner ever.
Anyways, after not reaching my running goals, I met up with my inlaws and waddled thru Chick Fil A. Nothing says congratulations on NOT getting your mileage in like a Spicy Chicken Sandwich and Waffle Fries.
After lunch the grands took the littles into the play area while I looked at more FOOD on Pinterest and caught up on social media. And when I looked up I saw this. Look closely.
Yes. That is a grown man in the top of the play area at Chick Fil A.
And yes, that grown man is our very own G-Daddy, retrieving Fe.
The girls climbed their way up top and didn't want to come down... Meanwhile their mother was lazily checking facebook, letting the grandparents do all the work. :) Then I became the creepster taking photos of kids inside the play area. I wanted to tell the people looking at me, "No, it's not what you think." But then when I played out the explanation in my head I realized that maybe I should just sit back down quietly... So I walked back to my seat all the while tugging/cursing at my running skirt awkwardly while my inlaws herded the girls out of the play area.
All that to say... This blog post is random. All over the place. And utterly ridiculous. But I'm thankful. Because days like today I want to document the little things - even the awkward things. Because, although I have the potential to be 125% awkward in person, it's still me. It's still who I am. And the God of the universe who makes the sun shine and the rain pour, is the same God who created me in his image with all of my quirks.
So friends, you rock your thigh gaps OR lack thereof's with pride today. Be awkward. Be unique. Be honest. Be kind. Laugh loudly. Chuckle quietly. Be quirky. Be creative. But most importantly... Be you, Be who God designed you to be & take pride in the fact that you're the daughter of a King & you've been redeemed.