I like my hairy legs,
They make me feel like a sunbleached cowboy.
They make me feel like a long, lean man with elegant lines and a strong forehead.
I like it when they’re blonde
And they just glisten on my skin.
Like a faux-protection or a cloak,
A delicate barrier between myself
And the world.
Or really I guess I just like the way it looks:
Textured
But smooth.
It looks wild but soft.
A landscape.
I think the hair compliments
The shape of me very well.
I’m always amazed how the hair grows everywhere,
Even on the back of my knees
There is hair
And I like my boyish pretty toes.
I guess I like the sort of genderless aspect to my legs.
From far away they shout
I AM A WOMAN!
But from near they could be anyone’s: hairy with little scars here and there, hairy toes with some dead skin in the toe nail creases. A sort of chunky pink toe there on the end.
A bit of dry callous on my heels. A strong, curved calf muscle. The hollows at my ankles, the delicate depression behind my ankle bones just before the rigid wrinkles of my Achilles tendon.
I like the bulging veins in the arch of my foot when I point my toes
How they press their purple faces against my see-thru skin
Squeezed by the muscles that bump against one another beneath the hard arched bones above
I like the little bubbles of fat that pad my heels, turning bright yellow when I stand on them
Never-smooth legs that even when freshly shaved still prickle
Like a cactus
“Don’t get too comfortable here” they say
These beautiful legs aren’t for rubbing and lounging though my calves love to be pressured
These legs are made for exploration
Jan 6, 2023
Jan 6, 2023 at 2:45 PM UTC
I like my hairy legs,
They make me feel like a sunbleached cowboy.
They make me feel like a long, lean man with elegant lines and a strong forehead.
I like it when they’re blonde
And they just glisten on my skin.
Like a faux-protection or a cloak,
A delicate barrier between myself
And the world.
Or really I guess I just like the way it looks:
Textured
But smooth.
It looks wild but soft.
A landscape.
I think the hair compliments
The shape of me very well.
I’m always amazed how the hair grows everywhere,
Even on the back of my knees
There is hair
And I like my boyish pretty toes.
I guess I like the sort of genderless aspect to my legs.
From far away they shout
I AM A WOMAN!
But from near they could be anyone’s: hairy with little scars here and there, hairy toes with some dead skin in the toe nail creases. A sort of chunky pink toe there on the end.
A bit of dry callous on my heels. A strong, curved calf muscle. The hollows at my ankles, the delicate depression behind my ankle bones just before the rigid wrinkles of my Achilles tendon.
I like the bulging veins in the arch of my foot when I point my toes
How they press their purple faces against my see-thru skin
Squeezed by the muscles that bump against one another beneath the hard arched bones above
I like the little bubbles of fat that pad my heels, turning bright yellow when I stand on them
Never-smooth legs that even when freshly shaved still prickle
Like a cactus
“Don’t get too comfortable here” they say
These beautiful legs aren’t for rubbing and lounging though my calves love to be pressured
These legs are made for exploration
