In defense of thighs that touch

Posted on November 22, 2013     2 Comments

A good friend once asked, on the 90 degree side-streets of a spring break in San Juan, why my legs chaff. I stopped walking, mostly to let my thighs gasp for air, but also to bite back, “because I am appropriately proportioned and a moderate size.” On more than one occasion during that six-day shit […]

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