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To my absolute bewilderment, the frenzy of attention and judgment that I had anticipated was actually anything but. Apart from two women — one who gave me a high five as she passed on her bike shouting “that’s awesome” and the other yelling “I want in” — nobody really even commented. Runner upon biker upon stroller upon driver passed by without so much as a second glance at me. I found myself repeating aloud, “Nobody cares — this is totally natural.” The shock value was null. I thought I would get a few sideways glances or a whistle or comments from a guy or two, but nada. The potential
objectifying feeling of being bare-chested rollerblading on a public bridge wasn’t there. The further I got, the more comfortable I became. I then realized, the more at ease I am with this, the more others will be as well. It was like any sexualized stigma or backlash I feared melted away the closer I got to the other side.