My Body Is Not a Problem
A call for a fitness company that celebrates the body, rather than markets thru shame. From the reliably good (and certainly more consistently grammatically correct) blog – disrupting dinner parties.
So I’ve been feeling sluggish and achey today, craving some of that juicy sweaty endorphin-y exercise goodness. Preferably involving some kind of dance, but I’m not terribly picky as long as it’s not running or marathon crunches. And so I’m sitting at work, bored and fantasizing about moving my body to a thumping rock beat, and I notice an ad for a workout place – right by my work! Oh, how exciting! Click click click!
. . . Oooh. Hang on. The picture’s kind of a red flag:
Creepily similar, perfectly coiffed women looking fierce-yet-feminine and *definitely not sweating* in their matching outfits? Not really my vibe, but I’ve heard it’s a good workout, so I’ll keep reading . . .
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