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Thigh Gap. Excuse Me? Are You Fucking Kidding?

"Thigh gap"? WTF? 

 Okay. I'm going to go out on limb and say some stuff: 

 Some women have skinny legs and that's just fine. 

 The majority of women do not can and should never try to achieve this "thigh gap" thing. I've been dangerously skinny and I NEVER attained the coveted thigh gap. I could count every rib and still, no gap. Fuck that.

What is it with folks that we start to sexualize and fetishize a body part that is actually actually an absence, really seriously just empty space?  We're talking negative space, boys and girls, which is  a completely mind-blowing concept when you learn about it in 3rd grade art class, however in real life, given a choice between existing or being negative space, I think corporeal is better.  

 Here's an example of what I'm talking about; behold the delectable doughnut. Do you enjoy eating a doughnut or do you prefer eating the space in the middle that is not there, the doughnut gap?  I'm all about the doughnut. I'll leave the gap for you. Yum.

For all women who are thigh-gap-less, listen up Gorgeous, I'm talking to you; you are substantive, lovely, and delicious.  

 Skinny thigh gap ladies, no disrespect, but I'm challenging my generously thigh-ed sisters to celebrate their abundance, to take up the space they're in without apology or guilt and maybe just for today to try to rock those bountiful gams with audacity and sass. 

 Yay for sexy round rubbing together thighs! 




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