My legs don’t conform to the latest trends in male leg sculpting. That is, my thighs are not engorged Virginia hams, lacquered with sweat as they dismount a Peloton. They could not crush the skull of a millennial woman. My legs are thin. They are long. When I’m standing normally, my knees point inward, which makes me feel like a naughty schoolgirl. And I am fairly certain they look good in short shorts.
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