"Cankles"

Ya'll know what I'm talking about...

Let's use the movie Shallow Hal to further describe this term...

"She's got no ankles. It's like the calf merged with the foot, cut out the middleman."

Harsh huh. Sort of I guess. But anyway, the reason I mentioned this was because the other day I was wearing a skirt to work.

A rare occasion. Not only because it's friggin Autumn already, but in addition, it was something I'd pretty much avoid the past 5 years or so altogether.

Why?

Just 'cuz I felt like I'd hear this imaginary chant inside my head each time as I'd walk down a hallway or down the street saying something like, "Boom, baba, Boom!" Don't remember where I heard that before - I think some movie growing up or something.

So, the imaginary "Boom, baba, Boom" would get me everytime. That, and the fact that my ankles looked like I had devoured an entire bag of potato chips in one sitting - you know, the way your ankles look when you're about 9 months pregnant all swollen up and all...

BUT - I wore my skirt. And - when the little ID within me decided to take a glance in the window as I walked past it, I realized my ankles actually had shape. They weren't all huge - there WAS definition between them and my calves. No more "cankles" for this girl. No more "boom, baba, boom" within my head chanting as I walked gracefully down the halls.

What a great and liberating feeling.

I am free.

Free from the self-hatred voices from within.

Free from having thoughts that people that were looking at me aas I walked past them were thinking "What nerve that chick has wearing a skirt" - instead with a new realization that they are gazing at me in admiration. And how did I know this? The constant compliments on how cute I looked.

"Boy, you've dropped weight, huh!"

"You've been working our, huh!"

"Gosh, you really look great!"

No, my head's not big. I just have come to terms that I have accomplished a lot since this time last year.

And it feels great.

I think it's time to go shopping for my newfround friend - a skirt - sans "cankles"!

Relish in your small achievements like realizing your pants are a bit saggy in the booty area.

Like when your bra feels a bit too loose and the girls are trying to flop out whenever you bend over.

These are the tell-tale signs that you really ARE doing this...that you are well on your way to your goals...that the impossible is within your reach!

And - that you ARE something wonderful!!!

Cheers!

xoxo
Jeanie



Disclaimer -
This blog was posted after asking the community if the term used (cankles) offended anyone and only after several responses that it did not.