I've been a runner for 30 years.

I've been an unapologetic feminist since I learned the definition.

I've dedicated my life to designing performance apparel for both professional and recreational women athletes.

And I've become fluent in the art of Enclothed Cognition - the social and psychological science of understanding how apparel can give us a mental edge. 

And yet every day, I objectify myself.

Why? Because I am a woman. I didn't wake up like this, but I learned it soon after.

To paraphrase writer and art historian John Berger:

"To be born a woman has been to be born into the keeping of men. But this has been at the cost of a woman's self being split into two. A woman must continually watch herself. She is almost continually accompanied by her own image of herself. While she is walking across a room or while she is weeping at the death of her father, she can scarcely avoid seeing herself walking or weeping. From earliest childhood she has been taught and persuaded to survey herself continually."

I had an awakening recently as to how guilty I remain in my own objectification.

It was a couple of years ago when I received a beautiful gift from my husband, what we jokingly referred to as the Queen Shoes... a gorgeous pair of jet black Jimmy Choo kitten heels.

My heart was joyous. I loved the way they made me look.

But my feet hurt like hell.

How was it I was one woman, the same woman, with two so divergent views of empowerment? One that was in full view, and that I had embraced as my calling in life. And one that lurked in my heart unseen.

Similar to privilege, it's so omnipresent, we don't even see it.

"To be born a woman has been to be born into the keeping of men." The kicker is that it doesn't have to even be a man. The social construct lives inside us.

And in 1972, Title IX happened. Suddenly we had sport. And we had a lifestyle of sport. And body movement fueled our minds, our souls, our relationships with others.

Our eyes were opened. Our tolerance for things that hurt us decreased. We began to see these body negative styles for what they were... controlling, and even debilitating. (It's worth noting that a woman in high heels is incapable of our two most important responses to danger: fight or flight. She is a victim in waiting).

These tricks of the mind. These acts of oppression that we don't even see because they are deeply embedded in our female souls. We might not be able to eliminate them completely. Maybe we don't want to.

But in my mind, it's all about awareness.

Pro and Muse Lauren Fleshman reminds us fashion should be built for a life in motion. Bodies are made to move.

The minute women decide they don't want to be uncomfortable in their shoes and clothing is the minute the market offerings will change.

And while it might be easy to dismiss the possibility of high design and high comfort. I believe that is exactly the opportunity at hand. There are a vast array of beautiful fabrics, flattering silhouettes, sleek shoes, and gorgeous accessories that can be drawn together for the body-positive goal.

The good news: it's already happening. And athletic apparel companies are uniquely positioned to take what we know about body movement to clothing that works in all aspects of your life.

While many businesses look at consumers on a spectrum, from sedentary to active, we prefer to see the athlete within, at the center, at all times. And if there is an athlete at the center at all times, then her athlete body is respected by all of her clothing - even the fancy ones.

We've started down that path, and are eager to do more.

A tip: every day, once you are dressed, close your eyes and ask yourself "how do I feel?" and "how do I think I'll feel in six hours?" And if the answer is "probable foot pain" or "a dug-in underwire," it might be time to break up with that garment. Take it off. Thank it for its service.

Then, ask yourself - how do I want to feel today? What clothes make me feel that way. Define your powersuit, and wear it loud and proud in the world.

I’m finding my powersuit, and I can’t wait to see yours.