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 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 orange knee problem. I couldn’t find a solution for having tanned legs and a few years ago it no longer was a problem as I could no longer expose my knees in the summer due to the appearance of an ugly varicose vein just behind my right knee. Luckily I had it operated on two years ago and now the scar is hardly visible. Since the operation I’ve been determined to flaunt my legs.
It took a long time, lots of fake tan disasters and even an operation, but I got there in the end.
Photography by Andrew O’Hara.
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