On Seeing The Light Of Day In The Space Between My Thighs

Oct 15, 2011

I don't think I have *ever* seen the light of day in the space between my thighs. I have, as far as I can remember, always had chub rub and have had to get new pants not because I've gotten too tall (or even too wide in the waist) but always because I have worn out the thighs until they've torn.

That was until yesterday...

I went to the gym (which I'd gotten out of a bit lately... lots of stress, homework, moving etc. and not going was a big mistake both for my weight loss as well as my mental health, but I'm back now!) and showered after my workout. When I put on my jeans I happened to look at myself in the mirror and see something white on the crotch of my pants. "This can't be!" I thought as I moved closer to the mirror for an inspection-- I'd only worn these jeans twice and couldn't think of how I got white paint or something on them already.

What I saw when I moved closer to the mirror elicited the biggest smile I've had in ages-- it wasn't paint or dirt on my pants at all, it was me seeing the white lockers behind me through the space between my thighs! And though the white speck of locker that I was seeing was very small (scarcely larger than a few molecules-worth, no doubt), I was officially part of the club whose thighs (almost) don't touch!

WAHOO!!

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