Orwell once wrote that 'you deserve the face you have by the age of fifty' having presumably served it up to yourself via your behaviour, your diet, and the way you move and treat your own body. Personally, my face is my legs and boy do I deserve these, having served them up to myself via lots of hill-walking, lots of cycling, lots of car-avoidance, and a fairly healthy diet. Should we not be looking at our legs more and our faces less then since we are walking creatures and not facial ones? Should the legs and not the face (or any other part of the anatomy) be the first port of call for anyone searching for a mate? But we have the nasty habit of covering them up these days with things called 'trousers', long 'skirts' and 'slacks'. But it wasn't always the case. Once upon a time in Scotland, men bore their legs proudly via the 'kilt' (from Old Norse kjalta 'fold made by gathering up to the knees') which put them more in kilter with Nature since they could now feel that wind brush against (if not sculpt) them. So, let your legs be your face, and let your face be your legs. Unleash yourself. A man with trousers is a man with his 'legs in pockets'.
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