RANT: Ballerina Arms

I never wear tank-tops. Ok, in a hot yoga class, where it’s 104 degrees, I’ll wear a tank top out of dire necessity.  But I’ve always hid my upper arms. I named them my “Tharms” because I think they are like thighs, they’re so disproportionately large.  We all have “trouble zones” right? Saddles bags, pot-belly-pooches, cankles, gobblers, man-boobs, back fat, muffin tops, tharms…the list goes … Continue reading RANT: Ballerina Arms