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I got an email for a reader who asked for advice on how to hide her bow legs. This one is for you love. ;) However, before we move on to the solutions, lets look into the problem; What are bow legs? - bowlegs (genu varum), outward curvature of the leg bone (tibia) or thighbone (femur) causing the knees to separate when the feet are placed together. So in her email (she prefers to remain anonymous   :) , my reader talks about how she lives in pants due to the fact that she is very conscious about her bow legs. She wears dark colors all the time and never ever dares to wear a skirt. She has gotten to a state that she wakes up in the morning, pulls out her black pants, picks up the first button down shirt she touches and just immediately puts that on.  No two cents about it . This post is all about Skirts for the Bow Legged Girl! I truly hope that after reading this, you will try some fabulous skirts and shoes. Life is too short to not experiment sweety ;) ...

Twenty year old Mabel Okhuarobo, while not on point when it comes to fashion, knows this for sure: 1) She does not like her “bow legs,” 2) She has “muscular arms,” and 3) She has no idea what to do with clothes and makeup Add to all of that, she spends most of her time juggling school and running errands for her parents and siblings. What’s a girl to do? Mabel called on the folks at Style Me where she found out we are all challenged in one way or another. The trick is to accentuate the positive. Check out Mabel and her transformation from “bow legs” to hot legs!

This is a sponsored post. I grew up not even knowing some of my greatest physical assets. Just like every kid of my age then, I could take my Granny’s powder and rub on my face. I could never do it right because I always ended up looking like a clown with my face caked in brown. I enjoyed smile at myself in the mirror anyway and that to me was a lot of fun. It wasn’t until I got to secondary school (St. Teresa’s College, Ibadan) that things like hips and busts shape began to crop into my sub-consciousness. For a girl of 10 plus going to eleven, I must have come with a perfect shape because the few girls I had as friends talked about it. I must confess that things like that didn’t make any sense to me then because I was never found without my cardigan, anyway. That was until I became the Agric Prefect and our then vice-principal, the sophisticated Mrs. Oyelade took an interest in my cardigan-wearing nature even in the hottest weather. That is a story for another...