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Two of Tyler’s friends rocked up at our house asking him to go for a bike ride so he left with them.

I’ve been on work calls and felt bad that Alannah’s on her own so I called her friend, Tonya to come over for a swim. She’s sitting here at our front door waiting for Tonya.

I was like “woa you have long legs!” I have a thing for legs.

She laughed and teased” yeah how do i have long legs when yours are not long? Your eyelashes and eyebrows are short too.”

“That’s because lord heard my prayer and because I didn’t cut your eyelashes when grandma told me to. They cut mine as they said it will grow back longer. Say thank you!” A sentence I have repeated a thousand times. My mum would laugh when she hears this and my daughter would giggle feeling sorry for me.

I remember those summer days, no matter how high the temperature was I would be walking around in jeans. No exception. I’m not showing anyone my banana shaped legs (thanks dad). No short skirt, nothing above the knees. Paddle pusher was my bestfriend. It’s just the right length, y’ know? My friends think im nuts.

A year ago, I started wearing dresses and skirts above my knees. Only since a year ago. No, I haven’t had surgery to lengthen my legs, it’s more that my mind has been lengthened, more open and less conscious. It’s true, when you reach 40, you simply just don’t give a shit what anyone thinks. I can be happy and drunk without alcohol. Who cares about the legs seriously. Wear what’s comfortable. Jeans on a 40 degrees day make you stinky. But yes, I still perve at legs and it’s my thing. Nothing wrong with admiring long legs when you have short legs right?