I’ve had a lot of thoughts all jumbled up in my head about something for awhile and I want to just let them out. If you don’t like them or agree with them–that’s cool! That’s what makes the world go ’round!
Kelly Roberts, aka “Run, Selfie, Repeat,” started a movement online last year with the hashtag #sportsbrasquad. Her premise is that it shouldn’t be just the perfectly fit, super low body fat, six pack ab women who run or workout in their sports bras. Every woman deserves to feel confident with her body and toss her shirt!
Do I agree with this premise? YES. ABSOLUTELY. (This is not a bash of Kelly, her blog or her hashtag) I am all for women feeling confident and wearing what they want!
There’s just one thing I don’t really understand– I see all of these posts praising women for taking their shirts off to run because they’re “so inspirational; so brave,” yet these same women are wearing full-length leggings while wearing just a sports bra. Pardon my ignorance, but if the weather warrants wearing leggings to your ankles, why are you taking your shirt off? Is running in a sports bra “so inspirational” now that we throw out what the actual weather is like?
Maybe I’m ignorant, but I don’t see inspiration or bravery in the wearing of a sports bra. If I don’t feel comfortable running in just my sports bra does that mean I’m not brave?
NO. The answer is no.
I already know I’m brave. What I wear will never change that! I was brave the day I said, “I do,” to my husband and we decided to stick it out through thick or thin. I was brave the day I gave birth–all three times! I was brave the day my husband had to sit me down and tell me that my dad had committed suicide. That day and so many days after were horrific, but I bravely came through the other side. I was brave the day we left a controlling organization knowing that I would lose so many friends. I was brave the day we had to say goodbye to my mother in law after just finding out a few weeks earlier that she had cancer. I was brave the day I decided it was worth it to try to make new friends. I am brave every single day of my life when I get out of bed determined to face the day and keep going. I am brave. What I wear or don’t wear is irrelevant.
When I go to a race, I don’t see inspiration in outfits. I see inspiration in the woman running that race pushing her baby in a stroller working harder than I can even imagine. I see inspiration in my friend, Susan, running a half marathon with her dad who just found out his cancer was back for the fourth time. I see inspiration in the husband stopping to kiss his wife on the side of the road as she cheers for him. I see inspiration in the eyes of every runner as they push to the finish–no matter how fast or slow they are going; no matter how old or young they may be; and no matter what gender or race they are.
What someone wears while running or working out should be irrelevant to the amount of inspiration we get from them. Be inspired by their grit; their determination and their focus. Be inspired by their love; their compassion and their smiles.
Be inspired regardless of their outfit choice not because of it.