No matter what I train for, how hard I work out, or what body I live in, it doesn’t change the way I dress.
I don’t do this for anyone but myself.
I don’t judge you, you don’t get to judge me. If I would rather wear my standard comfy tee and denim, you get to shut the fuck up about it.
Like what even is a crop top? It’s like you somehow tripped on an escalator and it ripped off half of your shirt. Is it a baggy bra? Is it a memento from your 1st grade field trip you still wear? Do you have some sort of fashion attachment to Poohbear? I don’t understand. But if you wanna rock one, go for it. You do that. I probably won’t even notice.
But if one more person says I should wear more_____. Or show off my ____ more, I’m going to scream. Me? I don’t care if you could do laundry the old fashioned way on the super ripped abs I may someday acquire, it ain’t going in a crop top. It will be clothed in a, let’s be super honest here, tee from the boys section. Probably with superheroes on it.
Kinda tired of the mentality that once you achieve a certain body style, you have to show it off constantly.
I said good day sir!