It was one of those days where I could feel my frown in my toes. I was taking out my frustration in the butchest way possible: at the gym. As someone who mysteriously had up to three periods a month to get out of PE at school, I never thought I’d feel comfortable in such a sporty environment.
But, unlike the netball court, no one at the gym even seems to notice me. They’re too focused on themselves – their biceps, pecs and butts of varying levels of irmness. This suits me just ine. When I’m in leggings, I live to be invisible.