My calves, yes, the back portion of the lower legs between the back of the knees and the ankles, are imaginary. Each calf is supposed to comprise of, among others, two large muscles which are known together as the calf muscle.
Mine are, however, not as enhanced as those of some football and rugby players I’ve met.
They are also not the protruding rock-hard clenched calves of long-distance athletics champions; which most probably become like that because of constantly climbing steep hills.
My calves are flat, the result being that the legs are stick-thin.
Be that as it may, however, my mind will not envy the soft, succulent calves that are well endowed even when flat shoes are worn.
And, therefore, my calves shall not be amplified by wearing high-heeled shoes. In any case the outcome would be no different from that of those calves that never become prominent however high the stiletto heels.
Also, my calves will not be enhanced artificially; the shape and size of my calves will not be augmented by inserting the now common soft, solid, silicone calf implants.
Also, my calves will not be enhanced using the now popular artificial calf stickers which are worn by just sticking them on.
That said, niacheni nirudie kupambana na hali yangu. Bora Uhai. Let me continue be contented with what I have.
