In car with my mom, I'm driving.
At a light, I hold my arm up. My elbow is bent and even with her eyes.
Me: Is there a bruise on the back of my arm?
Mom: No, but you do have a bump right there.
Me: [giving mom the are you kidding me look]
Mom: Is that your muscle?
Me: [Laughing] Yeah!
At kickboxing class, the instructor comes over and is showing us some blocks. She pretends to punch and I block with my forearm.
Instructor: Gah, somebody has boney arms.
Me: [Laughing] It's me!
(My forearms are bruised to shit because that part of my arm is so boney.)