My weight loss journey began on a treadmill, an elliptical machine, a stair-master. I ran, pumped, wheezed, sweated exclusively in the cardio sections of every gym I visited. Girlish bodies with high ponytails, bright tank-tops, dark sneakers, sleek leggings filled these spaces. My body looked enough like theirs that, in the beginning, I understood this to be my place. The weight room belonged to boy bodies, boy builds, boy hands. From the treadmill, I felt boy eyes watch my