I had to join a gym. It was time. I missed it. I now love it. I put my hair in a braid. Leggings and a black shirt. Sometimes a hoodie until I sweat to death. I am a hot mess. It’s awesome.
Today a beautiful girl comes to work out next to me. Her hair is perfect. Her makeup is professionally done. She’s matching leggings with her sleeveless tank top.
At first I am like damn I look awful next to this one but then I say who the hell cares. I am suppose to look like a hot mess at the gym.
Get my point people. Who cares. You’re making an effort to better you. Not impress anyone at all. Impress yourself.
I left with my hair down to air out my sweaty mess. I am red like a tomato and I felt amazing. Hot mess and all.
You do the same for yourself. No one else.
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