A friend of mine has started her gym tales, and this is no competition to that.
But this is about the contrasts in my gym.
First the ones who are are there to workout:
Fat women, indulgences, excesses, too much to eat, too little work, enough money… and too little clothes… leaving nothing to the imagination.
And then the cleaners at the gym, who go around wiping down the sweaty machines, and cleaning the floors:
Skinny women, not enough to eat, too much work, barely sufficient salaries… and oversized clothes, hand-me downs.
One wishing for the other’s body.
One wishing for the other’s comforts.
A sad, sad world!