I take my shirt off when I run. I am not my ideal body type nor am I even in the best shape I’ve ever been in personally. I am not confident and not hoping that heads turn as I run by (unless they’re turning in the opposite direction, not noticing me!).
But these are the exact reasons that I do it. I muster up the courage, take my shirt off and start running. And I survive. I don’t die of embarrassment or get scowls for my less than perfect mid-section. Then, I go home and shower and life goes on.