Of course, this isn’t how I act outwardly. He’s aware of me. I’m aware if him. But I’m such a chicken shit I can’t bring myself to look him in the eye. Yesterday I looked curvy, toned and athletic in my orange Nike long sleeved top that nipped at the waist and Fabletics leggings. Two of the trainers smiled at me and said hello as I walked the pathway towards the water bubbler to fill my bottle. Out of the corner of my eye – Bam – I saw him. Good thing I had a thick fitted tank top underneath my shirt or else he would have seen my nipples get hard.