My thighs actually don’t have a shred of fat on them. Yaseeee my job has me standing and moving for 8+ hours a day and that combined with the couple hours of cardio I do each week and the squats/pistol squats I do has given me really muscular thighs.
My thigh strength is kind of a running joke in the house. When Han needs to clean the ceilings or hang things they will just scream for me and I’ll squat down, have them straddle my shoulders, and lift them up so they can reach what they need to.
You are really trying to manipulate me here. I must really just be too confident. I love my body and I love my face and I’m starting to adore and embrace the skin I’m in. And a part of that process has involved me raising money so that I can deal with pesky chest problems.
And, even if I was really feminine and even if my eyes were too far apart and even if a lot of my physical characteristics were different than what they are, that doesn’t mean I don’t deserve access to necessary medical procedures. That doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to raise money. I’ve worked very hard on this blog, on the helping other men, and on putting good information into the world.