The thin, cool fabric of the leggings slid over my skin as I pulled them up, almost like a second skin. I looked at myself in the dressing room mirror, unsure. They were really tight, these pants. Every curve, every crease, every little detail of my figure was on display.
I swallowed, suddenly aware of every imperfection. The cellulite on my thighs, the little belly that peeked out just above my waist, the knees that weren’t quite as toned as they used to be. I sighed. Maybe I should have gotten a size up.
But then I took a deep breath myself to look past my insecurities. The pants ...

The thin, cool fabric of the leggings slid over my skin as I pulled them up, almost like a second skin. I looked at myself in the dressing room mirror, unsure. They were really tight, these pants. Every curve, every crease, every little detail of my figure was on display.
I swallowed, suddenly aware of every imperfection. The cellulite on my thighs, the little belly that peeked out just above my waist, the knees that weren’t quite as toned as they used to be. I sighed. Maybe I should have gotten a size up.
But then I took a deep breath myself to look past my insecurities. The pants were actually really comfortable. The stretchy fabric conformed perfectly to my movements, without squeezing or pulling. And let’s face it, the color was gorgeous.
I took a few steps, bending and stretching to test the flexibility of the fabric. Perfect. I could imagine wearing them to yoga, or running in the park, or even just lounging on the couch.
A smile began to creep across my face. They were just pants, sure, but in that moment they made me feel good. Strong, confident, comfortable in my body. They were a small gesture of defiance against all the times I had criticized myself, that I had hidden myself, that I had been afraid to show myself for who I was.
I walked out of the dressing room with a decisive step, the blue leggings that hugged my legs like a second skin. I would have them. And I would have worn them with pride.
I love wearing them without underwear showing you all my big hairy pussy!

Il tessuto sottile e fresco dei leggings scivolò sulla mia pelle mentre li tiravo su, con una sensazione quasi di seconda pelle. Mi guardai allo specchio del camerino, incerta. Erano davvero aderenti, questi pantaloni. Ogni curva, ogni piega, ogni minimo dettaglio della mia silhouette era in bella mostra.
Deglutii, improvvisamente consapevole di ogni imperfezione. La cellulite sulle cosce, la piccola pancetta che spuntava appena sopra la vita, le ginocchia che non erano proprio così toniche come un tempo. Sospirai. Forse avrei dovuto prendere una taglia in più.
Ma poi feci un respiro profondo e mi costrinsi a guardare oltre le mie insicurezze. I pantaloni, in realtà, erano molto comodi. Il tessuto elastico si adattava perfettamente ai miei movimenti, senza stringere o tirare. E poi, diciamocelo, il colore era fantastico.
Feci qualche passo, piegandomi e stirandomi per testare la flessibilità del tessuto. Perfetti. Potevo immaginarmi indossarli per fare yoga, per correre al parco, o anche solo per stare comoda sul divano.
Un sorriso iniziò a farsi strada sul mio viso. Erano solo dei pantaloni, certo, ma in quel momento mi facevano sentire bene. Forte, sicura di me, a mio agio nel mio corpo. Erano un piccolo gesto di sfida contro tutte le volte che mi ero criticata, che mi ero nascosta, che avevo avuto paura di mostrarmi per quello che ero.
Uscii dal camerino con passo deciso, i leggings blu che mi fasciavano le gambe come una seconda pelle. Li avrei presi. E li avrei indossati con orgoglio.
Amo indossarli senza intimo mostrandoti tutta la mia grossa figa pelosa!