Drafting a Nickname
As an athlete there were a lot of things I took for granted as a young woman. I HAD to eat and I was always encouraged to be strong yet one story from before those race wins, Ninja competitions all the way back in sixth grade haunts me a little louder lately. A nickname that echos in my mind every time I reach for a crop top, belly shirt, or no shirt at all when it’s warm enough for simply a sports bra. DRAFT, I don’t like that word outside of editing a document and every time I hear it a breezy shiver climbs the vertebrae of my spine. I recall the day this nickname started and now that I know why I appreciate the irony. They don’t sew kids jeans for little girls with bubble butts! My loathing of denim is goes as deep as my squat and is as powerful as my haunches that have claimed their freedom through sheer flexing on more than one occasion and in more than one dressing room. I honestly am grateful for the dawn of the jegging since leggings are my first love.
Truth be told I remember where I was sitting in the room when this all started and the ancient TV on wheels they rolled into the classroom but outside of the scene that inspired it all I cannot remember the film. I’m going to blame repression since it was middle school and who wants to remember that in mid 2000’s, who could anyway since we were all suffocating in the newly discovered cloud of axe body spray and boy B.O. My innocent twelve year old self is seated in front of who I can only assume must have evolved into an “ass man” by now who thoughtfully pointed out that I, must feel the draft like in the movie. ”What?” I replied, having been dragged out of my masterpiece of SUPER ‘S’s”, puppy doodles, and artful interpretations of my own name in bubble letters. I definitely wasn’t immersed in the cinematic adventure and barely heard his comment. Upon repeating his comment a nickname was born and the seeds were sown for future derrière aficionados. I hope they never skip leg day.
Draft lived on loudly through the rest of middle school and didn’t exactly die as we moved on to high school, together of course because I’m blessed like that. It’s partially my own fault since I had yet to get my pants situation under control and low rise jeans were very popular then. Now out of college with a degree and certifications to cover my professional rump I can say as a fitness expert: THEY DO NOT MAKE JEANS FOR BUTTS LIKE MINE EASY TO FIND and leggings are exceptionally easy to find, sometimes shiny, and always comfortable. Why look for jeans when my hiney can be bright and shiny?
The more athletic events I participate in either recreationally or professionally I am happy to use my amazing body which has survived so much fly through the air and twirl myself around. Freedom of movement is the greatest gift we as humans can encounter and I’ve said before my love of running is only so passionate as lift off can’t occur no matter how much I work my lats, my wings will not catch air on that draft.
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