Can I borrow your iron?

I was cursed with having my mother's leg gene - if there even is such a gene. The back of my thighs look like an old dirt road, bumpy, full of crevices and ditches called Cellulite. I have longed my entire life for smooth and sexy legs. Not the dirt road kind, more like an Interstate, slick, smooth and long. I have looked into every fix you can imagine from miracle creams shown late at night on infomercials to liposuction advertised on the side of a building and in the end I've learned there is nothing I can do. Thanks Mom.

There are some tips to mask the problem like a nice tan or support pantyhose or even dim lighting but, under the mask, it's still there. During the winter months when it's cold and frosty outside I believe my brain freezes too. I forget about "Mom's gift" hidden underneath the layers of clothes. For this reason, I love winter.

This story sums it up...

I remember the sunny day I was on a date with a man and his 6 year old son. We had planned a beautiful afternoon riding the waves on a Jet-ski. In my cute bathing suit, hand in hand I walked down the pier with this little boy ensuring his safety on the water.

He looks up to me in front of my date, his father, and in his little boy voice he says, "why are your wegs so winkled?".

Just lovely.