But I still love you, legs! You are awesome in that way that very reliable things are awesome. An awesome you never have to think about, but which deserves thinking about. I don't always have warm feelings toward my legs--generally when I DO think about them it's to wish that they looked like Lois Lane's--but they deserve better than that. Shapely or no, they work hard and they work well. They can walk for hours. They carry me up and down stairs, across neighborhoods, into bookstores and tea houses, along the beach; they wrap around my beloved with ease. They are long and look good in jeans. They deserve some redonk sequined shorts, which I will buy them the next time I have money to burn.
Here's to you, legs! Keep on walking.