Chapter 1: The Quest for Thin Thighs

While hiking in Colorado one sunny spring day, I noticed I was wearing a jacket with a prominent "Team USA" patch. As I walked, an enthusiastic tourist approached and exclaimed, "Are you part of the US Bobsledding team? Look at those thighs!"

"I wish!" I replied, daydreaming about a life filled with endorsements from Nike or ThighMaster. In Colorado, fitness is celebrated over thinness, and "Look at those thighs!" was a compliment. I beamed with pride.

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During my childhood, our family vacationed at the beach every June. Our accommodations were modest compared to today's lavish beach homes. We stayed in a simple cinderblock cottage and often snuck into the hotel pool across the street. While the view was limited, the sound of the ocean reached us from the porch.

Most days were spent riding waves. After dinner, we would pile into a station wagon to catch the latest summer blockbuster or visit the Surfside Plaza, where we waited in air-conditioned comfort for custom t-shirts while enjoying saltwater taffy and browsing the local bookstore.

One evening, while waiting for others, I found a book that blew my pre-teen mind: "Thin Thighs in 30 Days." I couldn't believe it! This pamphlet promised the secret to achieving thin thighs. At 12, my thighs were already on their way to resembling those of a bobsledder, and people around me were sending a clear, albeit unkind, message: "We would adore you more if you were thinner."

A well-meaning aunt would often say, "I just know you'd be happier if you were thinner." Why? Because someone had once said the same to her. It would take decades before anyone would tell me, "This is cruel and nonsensical."

These thinness ideals were passed down to me as if they were basic social etiquette. But I didn't quite understand, and the growing awareness that I might not fit this mold led to anxiety, anger, and disappointment among those around me.

One summer evening, sunburned and slightly chubby, I was convinced I had found the answer to my perceived shortcomings in that little pamphlet. The implicit message was clear: "You can fix this if you try hard enough," or "If you weren't so lazy, you'd be fine." I rushed to the checkout with my newfound guide to perfect thighs, blissfully unaware that supermodel standards were often just a result of genetics rather than effort.

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Chapter 2: The Reality of Expectations

As I continued my journey, I recalled the absurdity of my teenage expectations. I would regularly engage in leg lifts while gazing out at the snow-covered ground, hoping for results that never materialized. By the time my favorite shorts came out again, my thighs looked nothing like the ones on the pamphlet cover.

When I failed to achieve this ideal, I only had myself to blame. The pressure of teenage expectations can be ruthless.

Frustrated, I stashed the pamphlet away in a kitchen drawer, right next to half-used batteries and an outdated phone directory. It would take years for me to realize that no amount of exercise could magically alter my genetic makeup.

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In 2010, when GQ modified Kate Winslet's thigh width for a cover photo, she responded powerfully, declaring, "I don't look like that, and I don't want to." Similarly, supermodel Cindy Crawford lamented, "I wish I looked like Cindy Crawford."

Decades later, those who had set the beauty standards began to voice their dissatisfaction, pointing out the absurdity of these expectations.

Collectively, we compare ourselves to others—our vehicles, homes, and even our bodies—creating an impossible standard that only leads to self-torture. We don't just look at one home on Zillow; we combine elements from multiple listings, unaware that even those are often digitally altered.

Years after my quest for thinner thighs, I attended a seminar by a New York Times best-selling author who discussed the significance of impactful titles. He shared a story about a woman who named her book "Thin Thighs in 30 Days," which became an unexpected success.

In that moment, I felt a wave of nostalgia and embarrassment. It had been 25 years since I'd thought about that pamphlet, and I was reminded of my futile pursuit of an ideal that was never meant to be mine.

The core lesson I learned was about tracking progress. Instead of fixating on retouched images, I should have compared my efforts over time. It’s crucial to ask the right questions:

• Will this bring me happiness, or is it merely for someone else's approval?
• What is the real "problem" I’m trying to address?
• Is it genuinely a "problem"?

Reflecting on my journey, I realized I didn't want thin thighs; I sought validation. Ultimately, the only approval that truly matters is your own.

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