Thick is better than thin...sometimes
A leg to stand on
Thick ankles, they really do give me good legs to stand on.
Where would I be without them?
Weak and stubby?
No strength to center the weight
that is laid upon my back.
A self image handicap.
I've always hated my ankles.
I guess though that as time creeps by, I’ve learned
to slow down and appreciate the once despised aspects of my making.
My ankles not given by choice. but wisdom is helping me to appreciate the once thought imagined curse.
Thick ankles a necessity to carry my many thoughts upon... This is the making of a memoir of a woman named Crystal. A woman who has changed from a child, girl into a present day almost grown up. This is a story of loss, hope and retreat, and then back to hope again. A personal story of trials and tribulation. Finding my way back to a place of peace, even with my thick ankles
