08/05/2026
I have never been one of those girls who wanted a thigh gap.
Seriously, f**k a thigh gap.
I have LOVED having enough body fat to be healthy and enough muscle on my meat chunks that I could audibly clap them together.
Then endometriosis, SIBO, candida overgrowth, POTS, MCAS, and hEDS complications came in and said, “lol.”
Over the course of several months, I unintentionally lost 20 pounds.
My body simply stopped being able to hold onto the weight & muscle I’d spent years building due to uncontrolled inflammation, digestive issues, nausea, severe bloating, and inability to absorb nutrients.
The first thing I noticed was that my thighs didn’t touch anymore.
And I HATED it.
It wasn’t necessarily about aesthetics, but more so was what it represented.
Less muscle.�Less body fat.�Less resilience.�Less of, me.
Over the past year and a half, I’ve fought like hell with my healthcare team to address my issues and put that weight back on.
Last week, I realized I’d gained back 10 of those 20 pounds, AND my thighs chafed like hell on my long run 🤓
Never thought I’d be celebrating thigh chafe, because, freaking ouch? But here we are!
It’s funny how quickly chronic illness changes your definition of a “good body.”
The things women are taught to hate can become the very things we’re desperate to get back when they are ripped from us in a way that is out of our control.
So here’s to healthy body fat, building back my meaty adductors, and my thighs absolutely obliterating each other with every stride 💁🏼♀️
Needless to say, I have stocked up on again lol.