On Having Skinny Legs

I was walking home the other night. It was drizzly and dark and I plodded along, ideas and sentences swirling in my head as per usual, but I stopped when I saw this mannequin in a store window. I noted how skinny her legs were, are. And I asked myself if I would want my legs to be this skinny. And I decided I wouldn't mind having legs like this. And then I felt bad, and superficial, for thinking this way. Would my life be any better if my legs were toothpicks? Probably not, right?

Would you want legs this skinny? Do you ever think things you wish you didn't think?