The same guys that teased me about being skinny were now giving me shit for being too muscular. It went from “Where are your abs?” to “Jesus, Baldoni, put on a damn shirt!” I went from wearing two T-shirts to appear bigger to being ridiculed anytime I took off my shirt (no longer plural) because suddenly I was flaunting my abs. Here’s the thing about guys: it doesn’t matter what side of the equation we are on, we police each other. All the damned time.