But you know what? I’ve come to love my cankles. They may not be sexy or dainty, but I can think of one reason why I love them.
I never fall down. My ankles support me like no other, and it’s basically like having built-in stabilizer braces on my legs. My ankles are
the Hulk of ankles. I can wear five, six, seven inch heels without slipping, and if I do slip, I’m likely to get right back up again before I even fall. My ankles are tough, like
chubby little bodyguards. I genuinely believe that if I were mugged, I could ward off my attacker with a roundhouse kick to the face, as long as I managed to hit him with my ankle (note to self: learn how to perform a roundhouse kick to the face).