I used to be incredibly embarassed by my legs. People would make fun of my 'chicken legs' and I would wear pants to not show them.
There were some skirts or capris, but they were few and far between.
But now, thanks to climbing, I am actually proud of my legs.
They aren't the best legs, but I think they are pretty fucking good. They go on for days and finally have a little definition between the calf and the knee - it's awesome!
So, to commemorate my new found self-esteem, I am living this summer in short shorts. Sometimes, I wear them with high heels, but only if I'm feeling especially saucy.
Like in Vegas.