I’ve got big legs! There’s no other way to put it, I’m a big leg woman. And you know what the song says: “Big leg women sure got something good.”
Sure, I don’t have super-giant quads like my female bodybuilder heroes like Kortney Olson or Bakhar Nabieva or Cindy Landolt, or…honestly, there are a million gorgeous female bodybuilders and powerlifters and tracks stars and CrossFitters with quads bigger and more beautiful than mine. But that’s fine, I’m not competing with them.
I Wasn’t Always a Big Leg Woman
Keep in mine, I’m a Japanese woman, grew up in Tokyo. The only things that we cared about when it came to legs was how long they were and how thin. Your Aeon Flux? I had friends with legs like that. Hell, at my thinnest I had legs like that. Not that long, of course, but that shape, with that gap. The thigh gaps was just normal when I was growing up.
I always had big calves, though, much to my dismay as a girl. And at times I’ve had huge quads too, from the crazy workouts my volleyball team did, mostly. But I got rid of those as soon as I could after school.
Now? Now I’m a big leg woman again. And I love it. Sure, to makes finding clothes harder, but I kind of view that as a badge of success. It’s harder for me to find clothes because I’m “more than,” not because I’m “less than.” It’s a feature (of strength) not a bug (of nonconformity).
Skinny Legs and All Are Also Fine!
Don’t get the wrong idea: I still have all the love for fashion-model legs. Long legs…do it for me. We all want what we cannot have, right? And I’d never skinny-shame someone. I’ve been there, been shamed for that. If the shape you want to be, or the shape you have, regardless of your desire is skinny, then you’re fine and sexy and wonderful, too.
For me, though, I love my legs. I love my strength, and I love my size. I love the power in my big legs. I love that I feel stronger as I get older, instead of getting weaker. I love that I’m sculpting, growing, and controlling my body.
Big Leg Woman Philosophy
I know, it’s temporary. I grew up around Buddhism, and I know that everything is temporary, contingent, and subject to change. Control is an illusion. But the lesson to learn from that is acceptance, not hopelessness. Someday I’ll be old and sick and weak (if I live that long). But all I have is this body, and this life, and I’m making the most of both, for as long as I can.
Do what you can, with the time that you have, right? I’m doing more today than ever before in my life, and taking care of my physical self is at least as important as taking care of my mental self.
And so I’m in the gym day after day, hitting the weights. And so I’m turning into a big leg woman. And I love it.