I am a runner. It defines me. Whether I’m kicking my training plan’s butt or in a running rut, I’m still a runner. So when it comes to my body, I am more into what it does than how it looks.
Even so, from time to time when I step on the scale I still critically examine my muffin top in the mirror, and go to drastic measures (like skipping dessert) once in a while if I feel like my physical form is “slipping.” I struggled with body image as a youngster because I was somewhat stocky, but I started cross country in high school and through running discovered my body could take on a shape other than round. Except for a brief period of time while I was in an unhealthy relationship and had to hear about how fat I was (it’s amazing what we let others convince us of when we are young and naive!), I’ve never thought I had a real problem with body image.
But then I heard my 13 year old daughter call herself fat. Read more >>