While I totally support not giving a sh*t about how you look at the gym, I mean don’t worry about sweating and wearing that old sorority date party tank.
Let me first start off by saying I'm not one of those people who believes in a particular workout like a religion despite exercising religiously—for instance, I have no patience for yoga and certainly don't believe those small movements and soft sayings are going to yield the six pack I've been chasing since high school.
You know how you don't really like cupcakes that much, until they're in your office and free? (Okay, maybe that was a bad example because everybody loves cupcakes, but you know what I mean.) That’s because it's basically a scientific fact that things are significantly better when they don't cost money.
I don't know about you, but my favorite moment in television history was when Bella Hadid strutted past The Weeknd on stage during the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, looking hot as hell, while he just stood there looking mad regretful.
I don't know about you guys, but I always feel a little weird in the weights/machine section at the gym because I’m usually the only woman amongst a gaggle of retired frat bros who I don’t want to talk to, look at, or breathe near, and yet they somehow always manage to pump iron right next to me.
