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London Life | 1937

An Obsession Fulfilled

Dear Sir, - I have been a regular reader of "London Life" for a number of years, and trust you can find space far this my first letter.

I am 25 years of age, and one-legged, being minus my right leg. My parents died when I was 18, leaving me with an income which is more than adequate for my requirements. I own a nice house and a sports car, which I still drive, despite my one-leggedness, and have two servants.

In my young days I was always envious of one-legged girls, and as a small youngster I went to a Kindergarten School with a one-legged kiddy, and my favourite pastime was to hop for hours on one leg with one of her crutches.

As I grew up I began to notice that I was becoming obsessed towards one-leggedness, as time went on, this obsession became more and more intense, until I began to wish that I was really one-legged.

Yes, it was about five years ago I was smashed up in a motoring accident which ultimately resulted in the amputation of my right leg. But before the amputation the doctor asked my permission for this, which f gave quite willingly and gladly.

My leg was amputated above the knee, and now I am the happiest one-legged girl in the world, going through life quite expertly on my shapely leg, and a single crutch securely tucked under my right armpit.

What does really surprise me a little is the extraordinary amount of attraction my one leg has for my male friends, who always seems most interested in my one-legged appearance and figure.

I wear a 2 inch heel only on all my shoes, but really must plead guilty to a very expensive silk stocking on my one and only leg.

I can honestly say that I never had one tinge of regret since I gave my consent to my leg being amputated.

One Leg.


London Life November 27, 1937 p. 70
London Life | 1937