It was ridiculously hot yesterday. Ended up dropping a layer, losing my illusion of being amorphous. (Usually a t-shirt over an oversized tank-top.) Given my enduring issue with seeing myself in mirrors, I was somewhat of a wreck. Ultimately decided to make a bit of a joke of the situation for myself, taking a few of those gym selfies people love. At the very least, I felt sufficiently ridiculous in having done so that I was distracted from what had prompted them in the first place. Between clear nail varnish (it’s a long story), my uneven tan lines, workout gloves, and prancing about as I tend to, I was somewhere between effeminate and trying too hard. Now that’s all said, here’s me looking disgusting post-cardio whilst I get a stupid amount of hashtags going on the aforementioned selfies.
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