Fuck that shit, seriously. Whoever said that is a dickhead.
I’ve just started the gym again. By just started I mean I just got home from the gym with a terrible headache, ran straight to the toilet and threw up the chocolate cupcake I had prior to the gym. Yep, that happened.
I find exercising extremely unpleasant, painful and terribly (un)necessary. My face gets super (I mean, SUPER) red and all of my bodyparts sweat immensely, especially the underboob (Ah! The wonders of having big boobs!).
Yes, I am extremely embarrased of how out of shape I am, but like, come on, skinny bitches (props to you, no offense) going around with crop tops and buttcheeks showing? Totally unnecessary. Moreover, the gym is always packed unless I go in the (early) morning which: are you kidding, me? – and also – what do you think I am? A morning person? No because no. Everytime I go to the gym is like getting punched in the face (and in the gut), my self-esteem ALWAYS takes the hit.
But now seriously, from 1 to 10, how ok is it to cry at the gym? Also, how many more days until I can wear (and look good on) crop tops and shorts that show my toned buttcheeks?