I used to think
Runners were
So pompous 
Running there
All hot 
In their 
Sports Bras
And Shorty Shorts

Like who are you
And why are you
After my boyfriend

I can feel people
Looking at me 
Like that now
When I sprint
Down the street
in Shorts that 
Mimic a headband
When I throw
Them on the floor

It's weird to
Change so much
And fall so far
Into that side
Of this
Running realm

Now I see
That runners
Don't give 
A shit about you 

Those short shorts
and matching 
Sports bras
Having nothing 
To do with fashion
Or the male gaze
And everything 
To do with
My relationship
With the sun
On my run
And my running legs
Wanting MORE

More than 
They can take
In the Black
Legging
Sweatpant
Tshirt
Coverings
I once forced
On this body

In sports
The sun and I 
Have always 
Battled 

Chubby 
Clothing
Covers 

Running 
Requires
Reducing

Reducing How 
Much I 
Need to
Cover

How much
I want to 
Cover

I used to look
At half naked runners
With  scorn
Envy at
The freedom
They gave
Their bodies

Now I see
Runners
We really don't 
Give a shit
about you