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Tuesday, 5 July 2016

Thigh Gap, Smigh Gap

Hannah Barnes

I’ve been paying closer attention to my body recently, as I try and shed a few pounds in a bid to make myself both happier and healthier this summer. Being a lazy girl though, I’m taking things slowly and getting to know my body at the same time.

I’ve also been tanning, because everyone knows this is a fast track way to fall back in love with your curvy bits, and upon checking out my tan lines earlier this week, I found myself considering the barely visible 1mm thin gap between my thighs.

I’m not going to lie to you, my initial reaction was a little out of character. I was stoked. I consider myself beyond such superficial nonsense; but some instinctual part of me was pretty giddy. This was good news, this was progress, this was re-entry into the squad.

And then my rational brain kicked in, absolutely appalled – and preceded to point out the many, many reasons I don’t need a thigh gap to act as some gold star on life. Here they are:


Because they make this special lube for your thighs now – which makes the only legitimate reason for forcing your thighs to gape obsolete. The time of the chafe is over ladies, and you won’t be needing plastic surgery to join the revolution.  


Because eating all the food is fun. If Eat, Pray, Love taught us anything it’s that trying new things is the way to go. Food is a huge part of life, and you should be able to experience it’s every essence without fear that your body will betray you.


Because it’s biologically impossible. Some people’s bodies just weren’t made with thigh gaps in mind and whether that’s true for you or not, you shouldn’t have to base your bodies worth on a biological fluke of any kind.


Because you have far better things to be doing that worrying about the shape of your thighs. Like, anything else. When you have to use it, put your energy into something that matters, not something that just makes you feel like shit.


Because next week it’ll be the shape of your big toe that marks you out, or the amount of gunk in your underwear at the end of the day, and if you buy into one body shaming, sexist fad then you may as well buy into them all; book yourself a full body transplant and live out the rest of your days as a human doll.

Surprise reactions such as this often pop up in my life as I try to challenge my own perception of what it means to be female and what it means to be beautiful.

Have you had any internal debates with the learned behaviors inside you? Join the conversation in the comments section. 

Hannah Barnes / Author & Editor

I keep myself busy with my small business; The Loft Gifts, the period poverty charity I run; The Crimson Wave, writing here and for vaious platforms and a growing menagerie of household pets.


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