Dear legs...

Dear legs.
You are very short.

Why are you so short?

You make wearing jeans

or any sort of legged thing

quite difficult.

It's not too hard to hem a pair of trousers;

I have accepted this is something I must always do.

But I get frustrated that

the knee section of the jeans falls below my knee

due to my truncated thighs

and then the calf section of the jeans

starts at my ankles

and then the ankle section in the jeans 

is almost non-existent

due to being lopped off in the hemming process.

So nothing fits as it should.

I am learning to be thankful that 3/4 pants and skirts

are sometimes full length on me,

helping to save a few dollars here and there.

And good old leggings always do the job.

But in general

you have taken the fun out of clothes shopping

and have turned it into a bit of a nightmare.

Sometimes I don't know whether to cry or laugh

when I look in the mirror in the change room

and see inches and inches of extra leg 

covering my feet and trailing behind me.

Or when I try on a 'short' and pretty dress

only to discover that it covers almost all of me

and I look (not to mention feel) rather silly.
(Sometimes I also feel silly when I have to climb up

onto someone's kitchen bench

to reach the water glass in their high cupboard,

hoping like mad that no one will catch me in the act.)

But dear legs

You and I are going to walk many more years together

So I had best get used to you

And stop complaining.

Thank you for carrying me everywhere we go.

You are a trusty pair of legs

regardless of your length.

But if you should suddenly decide to grow

against all the odds
I shan't complain.

Love Lissa