Unlike a lot of females, I've never had a particular hang-up about my thighs. I tend to focus more on being hung-up on my love handles/muffin top/whatever the kids are calling it these days. My thighs have never bothered me.
In fact, I would prefer to be able to show my thighs than the lower portion of my legs. I don't wouldn't mind wearing hotpants, for example, as long as I could cover up the rest of my legs. Knee high boots perhaps??? Hmmm, not sure I could pull off the hotpant/knee high boot combo somehow . . .
Anyway, the fact I don't mind my thighs is what makes the next part weird . . .
For some reason, they keep attacking my trousers!!!!
I can't remember the last pair of trousers or jeans I wore regularly which do not end up ripped up the inside of my thighs in a matter of months.
My favourite jeans at the moment are on the verge of becoming indecent. I first noticed the fabric straining around my thighs just a couple of months back. Now they are fully fledged holes on either side. I have to walk like my legs are tied together in order to not flash any flesh.
You could say here "Wear a bigger size". It honestly wouldn't make a difference. I've worn many different sizes. Many different styles. A variation of fabrics.
THEY STILL WOULD RIP!!!!!!
It's frustrating. It's annoying. (Especially because a) they're bloody damn hard to sew back up and b) I can't sew for shit. Also, because I HATE shopping for trousers!) It's getting kind of expensive.
And my thighs still look the same size!!!
They're taunting me.
The only thing I can deduce from this strange phenomenom?
My thighs don't want me to cover them up.
In the words of Freddie Mercury, "they want to break free".
Who am I to hold them back, I suppose . . .