Bondage

Legs

I’ve had a love-hate relationship with my legs over the years. I was very self conscious when I was about twelve. I started shaving them at that age, just up to the knees. In summer the boys at school used to pick on me saying that they liked my white socks, when in actual fact they were referring to the milk bottle colour of my legs. When I was around sixteen I started experimenting with fake tan, which wasn’t as good as it is now, and I had the...