These Legs Might Not Be Pretty, But They Get the Job Done

Not the sexiest legs you’ll ever see, but I’m proud to have them.

I also have a bunion—the bone sticking out next to my big toe—which makes shoe shopping a headache. Finding footwear that accommodates my wide feet is a struggle. But despite all that, I’m grateful for the legs and feet I have.

I wasn’t always this way, though.

Growing Up Self-Conscious

As a kid, I was painfully aware of my legs. They were a frequent topic of conversation, and not in a good way.

"Dako ra kaayo imong pa-a, Lisa." (Your thighs are too big.) "Bagtak pa na’s babaye?!?" (Are those even a woman’s legs?)

The comments stuck with me. I felt out of place among my peers, convinced that my body didn’t measure up.

When I was 12, a relative gave me some truly terrible advice: Avoid hanging out with “pretty” classmates. If they get kidnapped, madamay daw ko—maapil kog labnot. 

Basically, they were saying I wasn’t pretty enough to be a target. Imagine hearing that as a kid. It was brutal.

Safe to say, I was never the intramurals muse.

Then I Met Lee Anthony

Everything changed when I met Lee.

The first thing he noticed about me? My socks. 🧦

I was wearing a mismatched pair—one maroon, the other black and white striped. I figured no one would care, but Lee did.

He saw my socks and, more importantly, he saw me.

He didn’t care about appearances; he cared about who I was. And that’s why we clicked.

Lee would compliment me now and then, but he never made looks the focus. What mattered to him was what I did—how I thought, what I laughed at, how I saw the world.

He saw me as more than just a body, and I’m grateful for that.

We built a life together, had three kids, and planned for a future that ended up being much shorter than expected.

Losing My Husband, Finding Myself

Lee passed away too soon. God needed an architect in heaven. Preselling tingali ang condotel sa langit. 😔

Without him, I found myself in a strange position. Of course, I miss him, but there’s also a freedom that comes with not having anyone to impress.

Now, all that’s left is gratitude.

What My Legs Have Done For Me

Not a day goes by that I don’t appreciate my legs, my feet, and everything they allow me to do.

These legs have carried me through life’s rough patches. They’ve been a bed, a hammock, a slide, and a seesaw for my kids—Zack, Jet, and Diego. They walk, run, swim, and hold up more than just my weight.

They might not be pretty, but they work hard.

Your Body is More Than a Number or a Shape

So, the next time you look in the mirror and nitpick at yourself, pause for a second.

Forget about having “sexy” legs or “perfect” anything.

Your body is strong. It moves, carries, and supports you every single day.

So take care of it. Respect it. And don’t waste time wishing it looked like someone else’s.

Happy Sunday, friends! Dagan ta na! 🏃‍♀️😎

Me with my youngest son, Diego.

Jet, my second son, treats my legs like a slide in the playground.