Today, I stood in the mirror looking at my 5'2 frame analyzing every inch of my curves. Behind my sun-kissed brown hue, and robust hips; I could see that my body over the years have change. Zebra print stripes marked a womb that carried life; scars that I am truly honored for. I could still see a once muscular frame peeking behind matured shoulders. I chuckled at the Fat that replaced the definitions I once had around my thighs. I had finally gained the jiggly ASSets that most women pay to have. Although, I have never been self-conscious, nor offended by my curves, today was different. See, my inner athletic Diva always felt like Laila Ali, Jackie Joyner-Kersee, and even Serena Williams but today, I felt different. I realized that the weight added two years to my appearance. The weight rounded my face and removed the energy I once had. It was slowing me down while life sped by. I could feel my knees trembling under the weight and my ankles giving way. I strapped on my sneaks, zipped up my jacket and walked towards the door. I had taken the first step to a long Journey. I was going to run and channel my inner Ali, Joyner, and Williams. I was going to reclaim the physic that belong to me, and in the process I was going to look like the athletes I felt  inside. As my foot pressed against the pavement and my breathing increased, I could feel my body trying to quit, I could feel defeat waiting to veer its head, Tears and sweat trickled down my face, and when I was almost about to give up, I heard it, I heard the strength and energy I've always had; loud and clear she whispered Black Girl, you better Run!