Friday, May 01, 2015
I don't know who decided that crossing legs is feminine behavior, but as I gained weight over the years and my legs became more generously proportioned, it became very challenging to cross my sausage-y appendages. I could only do it by using my hands to lift one leg over the other; my pants would strain at the seams, and my leg would threaten to go numb after a few minutes due to restricted circulation. And in some illogical way, I felt a little less feminine and attractive.
So it was definitely a NSV a few weeks ago when I found that I could cross my legs easily and in comfort again. This week, I was stuck in an all-day work event, listening to presentations for hours on end. To stay alert, or at least to stay awake, I found myself shifting in my seat once in a while and getting lost in daydreams. At some point I realized that I had shifted so that not only was I crossing my leg, but I was *double-crossing* my leg - I had tucked the foot of the top crossing leg under the ankle of my lower leg. Since I was wearing dark jeans and trying not to shiver in the under-heated room, I don't think I *looked* particularly feminine, but I *felt* young and flexible again for a few minutes. But then the presenter's voice lulled me into more daydreams about replacing our ancient carpet in the upstairs bedrooms....