Does real love even exist anymore? Or is that just a pipe dream? Nowadays people have too many options and the internet. Everyone’s just about hooking up. Sorry, but I get paid for that.
When I was 8, I hated my thick thighs- kids call them tree trunks, and cried wishing they’d shrink.
When I was 12, I hid in baggy pants, envying slim girls.
When I was 15, I started lifting to “tone” … but my quads just got bigger, stronger, massive. I felt like a freak.
When I was 18, mid-squat, I caught my reflection- huge, sweeping quads popping - and smiled for the first time.
Now as a muscular woman with big quads, I flex them proudly, feel unstoppable, and love every inch.
Embracing my power as a muscular woman saved my confidence - maybe my life. I was meant to be big, strong and unapologetic.
If you’re into muscular women who own their size… you know what to do. 💪