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Her legs were amputated, because of a progressive vascular disease triggered by her smoking. But she couldn’t stop smoking. The doctor warned her that it could soon cost her her arms just below her shoulders…
Beautiful one legged woman.
Showing off her only leg, before she is taken to the OR to amputate her leg at the same height as the left was done.
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Sharon's morning had started like any other—rushed and chaotic, but full of energy. She had been running late, as usual, her bag slung over her shoulder, coffee thermos in hand. The train station buzzed with its usual hum of commuters, and as the distant whistle of her train sounded, she broke into a sprint. Her heels clacked against the platform tiles as she weaved through the crowd, determined to make it aboard.
But then it happened. The slick tile caught her foot at just the wrong angle. Sharon slipped, her body pitching forward. The world blurred into a cacophony of gasps and the screeching of brakes. She didn’t feel the impact; she didn’t feel anything after the fall, just a surreal sense of weightlessness before everything faded to black.
When Sharon opened her eyes a week later, the sterile white walls of the hospital room came into focus. The first thing she noticed was the absence of noise—the usual hum of her busy life replaced by a serene stillness. She felt... light. Her hands instinctively reached down under the blanket, and that’s when she realized: her legs were gone.
Her breath caught, not out of fear or panic, but from an unexpected calm. She tugged the blanket back, exposing the bandaged stumps where her thighs now ended. Her fingers hesitated, then slowly traced the contours of her new form. The realization washed over her, not as a wave of despair, but as a strange and unexpected clarity.
Her doctor entered a moment later, his expression cautious. "Sharon, you've been through something life-altering. The train accident... we had to amputate both legs above the knee. I know this is a lot to process."
Sharon nodded slowly, her lips curving into a small smile that surprised even her. "I feel... lighter," she murmured, her voice steady. "Like something’s been lifted from me."
The doctor looked puzzled, but Sharon wasn’t. For the first time in years, she felt free. She thought about all the times her legs had ached after a long day, the shoes that pinched, the constant rush and fatigue. Now, all of that was gone. What remained was her—a new version of herself, unburdened.
Weeks passed, and Sharon adjusted to her new reality with surprising ease. Friends and family visited often, offering support, but Sharon found herself needing little of it. She began to explore her stumps more, marveling at how strong and beautiful they felt. The scars were reminders of her resilience, and the shape of her thighs—once just a functional part of her body—now felt like an elegant statement of who she had become.
One evening, alone in her apartment, Sharon sat on her bed, her stumps exposed to the warm glow of the bedside lamp. She massaged them gently, her hands moving in slow, deliberate circles. The sensation was soothing, almost meditative. Tears welled up in her eyes, but they weren’t from sadness. They were tears of joy, gratitude, and newfound love for herself.
She whispered softly, "I didn’t lose anything. I gained something... someone better. Someone stronger."
Her fingers lingered on the curves of her stumps as she smiled through her tears. Sharon had never felt more whole.
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I just can’t imagine how beautiful legs, feet and toes did she have before she became completely legless. One day she was taken to the operating room, and both her beautiful legs were amputated. But the surgeons created art, the most beautiful, sexiest stumps.
I found her on one of the social media sites. Does anybody know who she is? Her story is quite interesting. She was a left above the knee amputee originally. But something happened to her right leg, that required surgery on it, and she said it made her unable to walk on her right leg. She asked for amputation of her right leg and the doctors agreed to amputate her remaining leg at the same height that her left leg was taken. Now she is a double above the knee amputee. Here she is before and after her surgery. She says that this will give her the chance of mobility by using two prosthetic legs. She has nice stumps. But I’m wondering if she knows that it takes 400% more energy to walk as a double above the knee amputee than a healthy person.
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