The Gym Is Not Tinder, Baby

There are days when I just want to focus on my routine: my headphones, my reps, my body, my space. But it seems that for some men, a woman doing squats is some kind of open invitation to interrupt, give their opinion... or worse, “correct my posture.” Spoiler alert: it's not.

Sweating is sexy

The gym was almost empty, just the way I like it. Dim lights, low music, and the echo of my footsteps among the dormant machines. I looked at myself in the mirror before starting: tight top, leggings that outlined every movement... and that look I know how to use when I want to dominate the place. As I picked up the dumbbell, I felt my muscles tense and the glances that slipped in, disguised, between repetitions. I pretended not to notice them... but each one fueled the fire, my ego skyrocketing.