I heart My Legs Day

Kelly over at Ordinary Art offered this challenge yesterday. I accept your challenge...I don't love it, but I accept it and I'm glad that I am!!

This is my thigh. It's only one of them. I didn't take this one on purpose but the more I think about it, the more "poignant" it is. This is my left thigh. There were actually times in my life where I HATED my left thigh more than right. Most times I just could not stand either of my thighs. My left thigh has a scar on it. I had my re constructive surgery on my left leg. My legs were big before the surgery. They were strong before the surgery. The surgery rendered my left leg useless. Then it became useful again.
My legs are strong. My legs pushed me up and down countless basketball courts. My legs walked me home on many days after school or after the bus had dropped me off. My legs supported me in a number of scrums during my limited Rugby games. My legs walked me down the aisle to marry my husband. My legs provided me support as I pushed out my two children. Most importantly my giant quad heavy thighs did these things for me. My quads ached after numerous rowing practices and races. My thighs cried out for relief after 2.5 hours of pushing my son out of my body. My quads begged for a break after walking miles in support of breast cancer survivors and victims and their families and friends.
My legs may be big. They may have cellulite. They may prevent me from buying pants one or two sizes smaller. They may have even temporarily failed me on occasion. But my legs are strong. They are powerful. They are, as my rowing coach used to tell me, my powerhouse. They are so often my source of strength. They are so often my source of support. They keep my going- even though sometimes it's to keep me going to keep them toned! :)