It’s a bit embarrassing to admit. But this summer I’ve developed a rather bad case of thigh chafing. There’s a cute name for it: Chub Rub.
Summer 2022 came early in Austin. By mid-June we’d already experienced 15 days over 100 degrees with no end in sight.
I, of course, was still following my regular routine; going outside (albeit earlier) for my daily morning miles.
Around the fifth dripping-ly hot, high humidity morning, I noticed I had a problem.
With every stride, my thighs were on fire.
I’ve always had generous thighs. During those crazy dating days, after my divorce and before I met my current long-term partner, I had a boyfriend who mentioned my generous thighs. His exact words, “for such a small woman, you have big legs.”
He meant it as a complement. I took it was one. After all, I’m a black woman.
Anyway, back to chub rub.
This summer those largest thighs are not letting me live my best life.
I guess we all live with some body parts that can seem problematic. Of course, we know, our body issues when compared to real life problems pale in comparison.
But with that said, it is the season of swimsuits, sleeveless shirts, short shorts, and bare backs. So, it’s not outrageous to be a bit more obsessed with our physical bodies.
I’m dealing with chub rub and I suspect, flabbier thighs.
What’s your deal or disappointment?
I remember a quote from actor Salma Hayek, “People often say beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I say, the most liberating thing about beauty, is that YOU are the beholder.”
So, I guess my position in this season of summer as we bare all of our insecurities, treat yourself kindly and give yourself grace.
And for me I’ll heed my own advice while doing a quick search on YouTube for chub rub rash relief.
Have a wonderful summer!
I love and appreciate this. As I age, and look down, or in the mirror, and say "Whose arm is that?" or "When did my neck start doing that?" I have tried to adopt the attitude of "embrace and accept"...with a smile. I also try to tell myself something positive when I look down or in the mirror...instead of the critical first comment that seems to roll off my tongue way too easily, can I come up with a wonderful and joyful comment and know that I have birthed 3 children and am a grandma...and can I enter this chapter with ease and wisdom. Ah, the new wonders we get to unfold in this part of the journey.
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