I go to bed after my husband does, as I take about three times longer than he does in the shower. When I finally got upstairs, he was reading a book. I asked him to put the book down. "Look honey, I have thigh dimples!" Instead of looking at my thighs, he looked me in the face. "You have what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why would you want me to look at that?"
"Because," I replied, "These aren't fat dimples - they're muscle dimples!" I pointed to two spots on either side of my knee and just above the kneecap. "Look!" He looked at them while I flexed several times with each leg. "Yep, I guess you do. Good job, Honey. Now can I go back to my book?" I nodded, still grinning and flexing as I walked over to my side of the bed.
I have muscles.
That people other than me can actually see.