Vogue | Legs and the City: Why This Summer Is Going to Be the Season of My Legs

My legs: muscular during my years of playing varsity soccer and basketball and running track; long and sinewy in my later adult life; milky-pale every winter, yet sunburned often and easily in the summer. They’ve carried me up endless flights of stairs, and walked me down the runway at a fashion show. Lately they’ve been swollen, bruised, dotted with needle holes and—when I dissociate from them as my own—almost grotesquely beautiful for the thick brown striations zig-zagging down my calves like a variety of Italian marble. …

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