that girls got legs for days.

I have two pairs of jean shorts that didn't fit me very well last summer. They were tight. I hated wearing them and often DIDN'T because they just didn't fit me.
Well, they were tight in the waist. Nothing ever fits me right in the legs because my legs aren't fat. My legs are long and becoming the awesome they were always meant to be but my legs had an unfair advantage anyway. I've been said to have "chicken legs" -- although I don't agree with that.

Anyway.
So back to these jean shorts of mine.
One pair was clean, the other dirty so obviously I opted to wear the clean ones. I put them on and even though I've put them on since I've started working out, the only thing I had noticed different was that they actually fit me.
Today when I put them on, they were a little loose but nothing too extreme. I mean, they were clean and they had that 'out of the dryer' shrink to them.
I wore them to the pool. After wearing them for a while, they had grown and were way too big for me. I feel like they are going to fall off me.
My Batman shirt is getting bigger.

Trust me, I'm only complaining because I can't just replace my clothes all the time.
If anything, I'm bragging.
But after all the sweating and wanting to give up, I don't even feel bad about bragging.
I've earned it.

Even still, it amazes me what is happening to my clothes and body -- AND my mind.

Even last summer, when I would squeeze into these shorts, I wouldn't ever wear them anywhere because I was insecure to show my legs. I know I said they've been called 'chicken legs' but I was still super insecure about it. In my mind, they were awful.
I'm not insecure about it anymore.
I have my moments where I'm like, "is she thinking, 'omg, why is she wearing those shorts?'" and then I catch a glimpse at my legs in a window and I'm like, "Huh. No, she's probably thinking, 'that girls got legs for days' and I wish I was as tall as her" -- which is exactly what I want people to think, that I have legs for days.

On a classic episode of Saved by the Bell entitled, 'Dancing to the Max', the gang enter a dance contest at the Max. Zach and Slater are predictably fighting over who gets the great honor of having Kelly as their dance partner.
Jessie offers to teach Zach to dance so Kelly will pick him but in the process, Zach decides he'd rather go with Jessie, even though, as she points out, she's taller than him.
In this episode, Jessie is really insecure about being taller than all the boys. Elizabeth Berkley is pretty tall -- her IMDB says she's 5'10" so I totally feel her insecurity on that one. She has these daydreams about growing every time a boy talks to her and then they get frightened of her ever-growing height.
I totally understand how she feels. I'm one inch taller than her and I often feel like my grand stature is intimidating.
But I've decided that I'm not going to be insecure anymore.
It's not even an 'I love myself as I am' kind of thing either. I'm just tall so I should get over it.

The whole point of this Saved by the Bell memory lane walk-a-thon is that I'm probably taller than you, dear favorite blog reader, and nothing will change that -- unless something awful happens to my legs OR you get experimental leg growth surgery (right, Constance?!). I don't suggest that though.
If I ever have a 'shorter than me' boyfriend, I'll just walk beside him and pretend like I'm his model, red carpet girlfriend with the great legs and it will be fine.

And yes, I am totally okay comparing my life and feelings to a Saved by the Bell episode.
Don't even get me started on the Very Special 'Hooked on Caffeine Pills' episode.
Seriously. It's like watching my life.