I love how comfortable she seems in her skin
I have been working out on a more regular basis these days since hubby got me a membership to his gym. Back in Philly, I would hit the gym and jump in my car, never seeing the inside of the women’s locker room. Now that I am in NYC, things are a tad different.
I come to the gym straight from work and obviously, I have to change. The first time I entered the locker room I could not get over how, for the lack of a better term, naked the women were. Women of all shapes and sizes were parading around, without a care in the world.
I tried not to stare but let us face it; we look. Maybe it’s to judge, compare, or whatever but at one time, or another; we have all looked. Moreover, to be quite honest, it was refreshing to be surrounded by women who did not mind being naked especially in a culture where we are judged constantly on appearance alone.
I am so used to hiding my body, afraid what others will say when they see that my stomach is just a tad flabbier than Beyoncé’s (just a tad). Or when they see that, my arms are more defined than the average woman.
At work, women of all shapes and sizes surround me and it is interesting that the ones who have the “perfect” body are the least content.
It takes way too much energy to figure out how to switch out of my regular bra and into my sports bra without taking off my shirt (Yes I have tried).
While I will not be one of the ones strutting around in my thong, I will appreciate the body that God has given me and you should too.
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