Until I was about 19, I didn't have a single pair of high heels. Well, I take that back. I had one pair. An old black pair that were reserved for times when flats were just not dressy enough or boots weren't appropriate. And then sometime in college, I started singing onstage with the music department at my church, and all the girls on the team always wore heels. So I started wearing heels. And when I'd see myself on the big screen during service, I'd think, WHO IS THAT TALL SKINNY GLASS OF WATER ON THE SCREEN?! And I was not particularly skinny at that point in my life (or really at any point in my life!). I had just discovered the wonder of heels. And I have not stopped "discovering" them since.
So why, you might ask, am I wearing flats? To challenge myself, I suppose. And to maybe learn to be okay with flats again so that I don't try to run around in 5-inch heels once I have kids (who are we kidding, I'll probably give birth in 5-inch heels). So, surprise! My legs are not super long like you may have thought (I assume you all have thought so much about my legs, no...?). I am not a slender 5'11. I am an average 5'6" (on a good day). And I have really muscular calves. And not by choice.
Hope you had a pair of sunglasses handy at the sight of my legs. I'm pretty sure that if your legs match the white background of your blog, it's been too long since they've have seen a little sun, period.