This is brilliant, thanks for writing. The other day an older lady in the local grocery store took me to task for running every day without a shirt. She implied I wasn't fit enough. I let it go with a smile. But the fact is, I have lost 120 pounds. I have lots of empty and flabby skin, but strangely I am really proud of it. And I run as though my body is a badge of honor.

But as you have written, there is another aspect to it. Where was this confidence before I lost weight?

I was in the same grocery store after the fact. A girl was going the wrong way down an aisle as mandated by the virus distancing regulations. She apologized and we ended up have dinner as a result. I was so attracted to her. I was attracted to the extent that I apologized if I were hitting on her, and explained that I didn't mean it to be rude. She said that it was fine, that most guys don't get past her weight. I realized that here was this girl who was pretty big, and I hadn't even considered it before then. I told her she should be proud, and that she has her priorities in order. I am going to send this to her. Again, thanks for writing.