Why Do I Dislike the Fit Girl at the Gym So Much?

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So, there we were, parked in the gym lot, and as I was about to step out, I spotted her. I couldn’t help but groan and roll my eyes. “See that?” I said to my partner, “This is why I dread coming here—to see people like her.”

She wasn’t just fit; she was flawless. You know the type—the bubbly girl in a barely-there outfit, always posing and flirting, soaking up all the attention. Why does her beauty annoy me? Why do I resent the spotlight she draws? I don’t even want that kind of attention; I’m uncomfortable just glancing at myself in the mirror.

Part of me wishes she would trip and fall—nothing serious, just enough to make a spectacle out of it. Has she ever struggled with her weight? I bet she’s one of those who “bounced back” after having kids.

When I see her, I can’t help but roll my eyes. She’s probably not a villain, unless you count the way she makes my self-esteem plummet. I don’t know any of the other women at my gym. Some resemble me, but many look like her.

Maybe she’s a mirror reflecting everything I wish I could be. Perhaps she symbolizes the dedication and willpower that I can’t seem to master when it comes to eating right and staying active. Maybe she reminds me that my closet is overflowing with mom jeans, and I’ve become too familiar with scrunchies.

Her toned abs are a painful reminder of my post-baby belly, which seems to have settled in for the long haul. Seeing her makes me face the fact that my kids are old enough to make their own meals, leaving me without an excuse for my own health. Her perfect hair draws attention to the fact that I’m on day three of dry shampoo.

I might be envious that she doesn’t have scars or varicose veins. Maybe she’s never had to hide her body, never felt it wasn’t a perfect temple. She certainly doesn’t have kids clinging to her while she tries to work out.

But perhaps I’m wrong. Just because she looks fit doesn’t mean she’s genuinely happy or has everything sorted. Maybe she’s struggling with her own insecurities. I can picture her, staring at her reflection, nitpicking every perceived flaw.

As I stepped off the treadmill and prepared to leave, more thoughts crossed my mind. Maybe criticizing her is just as harmful as body-shaming those who are overweight. And perhaps the person I really dislike isn’t her at all—it’s the reflection of myself that she brings to light.

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In summary, it’s easy to project our insecurities onto others, especially in a place like the gym. The fit girl might just be a reminder of all the things we wish to change about ourselves.