I rode a bike today.
It was scary.
It was exciting.
It was painful.
It was precarious.
I fell off.
In public.
I dreaded being a heavy woman riding in public and making a fool of myself.
I’m not sure why.
When I see women on bikes – no matter their size – I think, “You go, girl! You’re killin’ it!”
And nobody cared about me and my bike.
Except my son.
Who gave the kindest encouragement,
patiently waited,
graciously complimented my balance,
and grinned as we rode together.
I fell off my bike in public and my son wasn’t embarrassed. He was proud.
I rode a bike today.
It was exhilarating.
And embarrassing.
Disconcerting.
And empowering.
And I’m getting on again tomorrow.
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