So I would say about 90% of my life I've been considered slim. I started off a little bigger, and don't think I've gained a pound since I was five; I just got taller and thinner. Maybe it's a high metabolism, good genes, or just some crazy aerobic exercises I do. Regardless; I'm skinny. Up until this point in life, I've accepted it. I know I'm not going to be the cover model anytime soon, which is fine. I like being slender. It suits me. It's never been a problem really... that is, until recently.
I was recently gifted a sweet Nathan Sports Running Belt that holds four water bottles, and velcroes around your waste. It's glorious. I love it... it, however, does not love me. The thing was designed for someone with a waste, which I do not posses. I have the thing as tight as it goes, and it's still loose around my bones. The problem is though, as tight as I make it, it cuts into my skin, and bruises and hurts like a biatch. I know I shouldn't complain, cause there are people out there on the opposite end of the spectrum. So I'll keep my mouth shut, strap on a pair of running shoes, and just head out the door. With or without my water belt of torture.
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