tennis and thighs

i just started, after a thousand years, to play tennis again. i found my racket which i must have been bought over 15 years ago and it still does the job. there are some nice ladies with whom i try to get the ball across the net. i love doing sports, and this is a nice way for me to be in touch with women from 'le terre di pedemonte', the spot i live in. i don't like playing inside. for me the surrounding of the small tennisclub is a big plus: trees, mountains, a relaxing area. one of my friends is already calling our threesome 'the desperate housewives of pedemonte'. i think that's cute, since we're all doing the housewive stuff as a second job. the thing where i wanted to get to is the next: when you have a good look around the tenniscourts, there is one thing very strange if you think about it. isn't it that all women are very anxious about the way they look. at christmas lots of us have been totally pigging out. so then comes new year and we make a resolution: from january first we are going on a diet. how many get thru the first month? then comes easter with loads of goodies. we eat and eat. and when the first warm weather is hitting us, we get very aware of what there is still to do before fitting into a bikini. so we worry, we pinch our cellulite, we cry, we scream, we go to fitness centers. where would women show themselves in 'that' shape? not near a swimmingpool or on the beach, no way! but strangely at the tenniscourt they do. it seems that there is absolutely no shame. every woman wears a short skirt, and i don't mean a skirt above the knee. no, i mean a skirt where you can see the underwear without the woman having to bend over! and nobody is ashamed or selfconscious. you see your skinnyminnie-dried out-overtanned legs, the cottagecheese-jello-wobbly thighs, the spidervain legs, the milk white thighs, the rhino butt, the hairy extremities, and whatever else there is. and nobody gives a damn, it's like a turned around world. but at least there is one place where we can be ourselves without being tough on us that we are not good enough(even the perfect ones usually moan). hear, hear for the tenniscourts and the freedom of womens thighs!
by the way, i, DWA, wear shorts. i don't want to bother looking for perfect undies to wear. (when i was small i had the tennisundies with lace frills on the backside!) the shorts aren't for estetic reasons. they have great pockets to stuff 3 balls each. i don't like balls in my underwear, i'd rather have something else there:)