Monday, September 3, 2012

The Perfect Body Part II: Today I wore the shorts

Today I wore the shorts.

In case you have no idea what I'm talking about I wrote an entire post about how I bought these running shorts and have never worn them. I have this thing about my flabby, white legs and even in the hottest weather usually wind up in long boot cut, yoga pants. It's ridiculous.

the shorts
I'm sure there's a happy medium between short running shorts and yoga pants but whatever. The point was I was annoyed that after losing 100 pounds and running for 3 years, I still don't have the legs to rock these shorts.  If you feel like reading the post it's HERE.

Anyhow, in that post I vowed to be proud enough of my legs that has supported this journey and wear those damn shorts.

That was two months ago.

Today I figured, enough is enough. I'm gonna wear the shorts for my four miler.

I have to say that my decision to wear these was further challenged because as I mentioned in this post the other day, I'm up a few pounds. So in addition to the flabby white legs to worry about, these shorts gave me a little muffin top. OY. But now I was determined to wear them. So I wore my NJ half-marathon shirt that has a little room and pulled on my visor and decided to go.

they don't look too bad provided I don't move and pose
As soon as I started running, I felt super self-concience. The park was packed. The material was riding up and with every step I felt my fleshy thighs jiggling for the world to see… I felt very exposed and I was glad I decided to use body glide between my inner thighs because I'm pretty sure I might've chaffed if I hadn't…

But then, all of a sudden, I didn't care. I didn't care if no one else liked my flabby, over-exposed, white legs. I didn't notice anyone stop and stare. People didn't point in horror and moms didn't shield their children's eyes, thanks to my iPod I didn't hear any gasps. In fact, I think, no one gave a crap. 

And if they did, so what?

I did feel much cooler and every time I would look down to scowl at my legs, I would, instead, catch a glimpse of my NJ half-marathon tech shirt first and instead of thinking, "ugh my legs" I would think "EF it. I'm a runner and I run half marathons. I earned these damn shorts."

I also think that I ran just a wee bit faster wearing them - i kept thinking that the faster I moved the less of a glimpse people could get of my legs. haha.. what ever works - right?

Will I wear them again? I don't know. I think there are probably more flattering styles for my body and those legs could still use a tan but if all of my black yoga pants are in the wash, I might just rock those shorts again.

Have you overcome a 'clothing' phobia? I used to have this thing about my arms too -- but in the last few years I got over that one.


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