Yes, we completely have the right to complain about the size of our thighs.
But over time, I think that talk truly damages and limits us and those around us. People post about postponing "life" because they feel fat. People don't fully enjoy life because they think their ass is big. We sit here paranoid about things no one else notices and let it limit us.
I loved the Nia Shanks post and am trying to make that my philosophy. I still TO THIS DAY see myself as a fat girl. My clothes say Size 10 (must be vanity size). I look good in photos (that camera makes me look thin except 2 years ago it made me look fat). A guy friend who hadn't seen me in months proclaimed "damn, you lost a ton of weight" (he must be lying). I go to CrossFit and work hard and sweat and have made friends (no one wants to see me in shorts, they must all hate me for wearing shorts).
I am blessed that Primal ended my messed up eating, but it pains me to still see people struggle and perpetuate that cycle and I'm always on the edge of falling back into that trap. The other day, I did a killer WOD that was about 30 minutes of hard effort and got mad at myself for eating a *&^&*^*I banana because I felt like hell after the workout and needed food and had a banana on hand. I am working on the mentality that I will love the body that working out hard and eating right will give me, no matter what that body looks like..... because I KNOW deep inside that even I strip life down to eggwhites, chicken breast and spinach with two workouts a day, I will STILL be unhappy with something I can't fix and that is just STUPID because exactly no one else cares.