My Bangin’ Body – Interruption #4

Or, unpacking why I run

At a gathering a few years back, my friend’s mother told me I looked great and praised my “bangin’ body.”

I couldn’t help but feel flattered. I also couldn’t help but mentally review my own litany of complaints: my squishy tummy, my droopy breasts, my gapless thighs, my saggy glutes.

My friend’s mother then added about my so-called bangin’ body: “I know how hard you work for it.”