"You're so vain, you probably think this post is about you!" :)

Last week I made my sister shave my legs because we were going swimming. Even though we were going to my sister in laws pool where there was going to be no one there looking at my legs, much less touching them to see if they are smooth. Then I proceed to complain about the recent cellulite that has chosen to take residence on my backside and along the back of my thighs (don't worry, there will be no pictures). After all this she proceeds to tell me that I am vain (which is actually something only a sister can tell you without wanting to cry) . Immediately I wanted to deny it, but then I actually thought about it. I did just fracture my pelvis and although it's been six weeks, I have been able to do very little. Of course I would have some extra cottage cheese appearing. Besides my arms, which have bulked up from using the crutches so much, all of the muscle I once had is now mush. So, why should I worry about all of this so much? Am I really so vain caring about flabby thighs when I am recovering from an injury that makes it impossible to do anything about? After contemplating this thought for a while, I blame it on where I live. I live in a place with an excessive amount of beautiful people. I know this sounds weird, but it's true. I have lived in other places and visited other places and I am telling you, there is something in the water. I can't help but compare myself to some of these gorgeous women walking around. Or maybe I just need to quit complaining and accept my new thighs. hehe :)