If you follow the sport of running, you might notice the trend of the faster you get, the more naked you become. Whether it has to do with aerodynamics or just feeling more free, inevitably, the shirt is going to come off.
For me, weight was always just a number. I’ve never been one to care about what’s on the scale. If I was in shorts and a t-shirt, I admired my calves and veiny forearms. The clothes did their job in covering up my round hips, squishy stomach, and stick-thin shoulders. In the shorts and t-shirt, I was able to pass for a runner.
Despite not caring about the LBs, I’ve always been self conscious of my stomach for some reason. I never wore a two piece bathing suit as a teenager. In high school, I suffered from disordered eating when I really started to catch the running bug. I became obsessive with counting calories. Read more >>