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Get your powder on

So it’s summer and you want to dress accordingly for the season. You picture cute shorts and tank tops, right? Not for me. You see, I have a very difficult time finding shorts that are at a length appropriate for both my age and my thunder thighs. When did all of the shorts get so short? Or have they always been this short and it just didn’t bother me when I was skinny enough to wear them?

If I do find shorts that are the right length, they are usually made for older women who are comfortable pulling pants up to their belly buttons. I’m not quite there yet. Maybe someday I will be, but not yet. For these reasons, I just avoid shorts all together which leads me to wearing dresses, like I am today. Dresses are great except that your thighs rub together when you’re wearing them and if it’s hot, they get sweaty and sticky. And after going around all day with your legs rubbing together, you can be sure that you will end up with leg chafage (aka leg chaffing).

It’s been so long since I’ve had skinny legs that I can’t remember if this is problem for everyone or just for those of us with big thighs that rub up against each other when walking. So I must ask you, skinny legs people; do your thighs touch each other, or not? If not, that may be just the extra motivation that I need to get my butt (and thighs) into gear and get skinny again! If your answer is yes, you are skinny and your legs still rub against each other, then I guess we're all in this together.

It turns out, guys have this problem, too. For as long as I have known Pat, he has always carried around Gold Bond medicated powder in his golf bag. I’m pretty sure I used to make fun of him when he would tell me about powdering up in the parking lot before going golfing. Maybe I had skinnier legs then and just could not relate to leg chafage, but I can assure you, I no longer make fun of Pat for his powder use. In fact, I’ve jumped on board.

A few years ago, if you would have told me that by my 28th birthday I would be carrying around a travel size bottle of Gold Bond medicated powder in my purse, I never would have believed you. Reluctantly, I must admit, just three weeks shy of the big 2-8, that day has come. Not only do I carry it around in my purse, but I will not think twice about whipping it out in public and rubbing it on my thighs if necessary.

You have to admit, it's pretty cute!
A few weekends ago, while in Columbus for the bachelorette party, I had to powder up mid-walk to one of the bars. Granted, it was Comfest weekend so me putting powder on my legs seemed like nothing compared to the hippies walking around with painted boobs. And just today, I’ve had to powder up once already at work. It is now a part of my life and I've accepted it for what it is.

Once you're able to swallow your pride, or once you get leg chafage so bad that you can barely walk, whichever comes first, you, too, may want to consider going out and purchasing your own travel size bottle of Gold Bond medicated powder to keep in your purse. Go ahead, get your powder on. One day, you will thank me.

Comments

Holly said…
My thighs touch. I remember the days when they didn't. Those days are long gone and I just have to accept that my thighs will probably always touch from here on out. You're not in this alone! Never thought to use powder to keep my legs from sticking together during the summer when I wear dresses. I too am not a huge fan of shorts these days. Here's to wearing sundresses all summer long!

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