This one thing I'm jealous of. Perhaps.
Bony athletic knees, over which the legs become a bit narrower again, until then, at the top? much further up? between the thighs so a hole to look through. Keyword? Thigh gap ?, you know.
I only get that hole when I squat in front of the mirror and pull my thighs backwards with both hands. But that's not a solution in the long run.
I squat easily for decades when I look at my legs in front of the mirror. Then the bacon slips backwards and everything looks narrower. The woman in the denim skirt just stops. I move on. I move constantly, for example, three times a week in sports? but I still have to squat in front of the mirror. Not you! With her, it's the GENE! Certainly.
That makes me so finished! And so jealous! But wait a minute! Google just the thigh gap and find that she has a lousy image. Hate tirades on the Internet. Then I would rather have nothing to do with it. I will think of that in the future, completely without envy, if no sheet of paper fits between my thighs.
