I've learned to not be self conscious about it. Or the fact that my face gets as red as my hair. There's a price to be paid, amiright? So what if I look like a flailing six year old when I run. And who cares if my nipples stand at attention through my sports bra. Pffft. Those two bitches get perky at any old excuse.
|I'm used to this level of sweat... with bigger boobs of course... |
and bigger ass... and my abs haven't looked like that in ever... but i digress.
What I can't handle is looking in the dressing room mirror and noticing that I have two perfectly symmetrical rings of nipple sweat standing out like carnival barkers, yelling for everyone to check out the slutty nipples with their come-hither hardness. Those bitches! How could they sweat on me? Who the hell ever heard of nipples sweating anyway? Breasts, yes. Asses, yes. Nipples, no! Just no.
Tomorrow I'm wearing my baggy black tshirt which at least has the decency to disguise the flagrant display.