I use to love wearing shorts. As a little girl, it was something I loved to wear because I didn’t have to think about shaving my legs or the cellulite on my thighs. I guess this about my own insecurities, but put that aside its also a choice. On those hot, humid 80 degree days I have the choice to wear my short shorts and not care, but I let those thoughts creep inside my head and get the best of me. The result is not always cute. I end up sweating through my pants and I look like as though I went swimming. It’s now my choice that I go with wearing pants in the summer time.