Ruined a fatty's workout Like most other shitladies, I frequent the gym. My workouts are pretty simple and straightforward -- cardio followed by light strength training. As I usually do on the days I'm not taking a cardio class, I started my workout on a treadmill. The treadmills at my gym are next to the largest group fitness room, which has tall glass walls that you can see in and out of clearly. Pretty standard setup for a modern gym.  And like any good shitlady, I despise gym fats. I worked hard to earn my slim, toned frame, and I continue to work hard to maintain it. Other shitladies can surely relate to the salty looks former female lardasses give to those of us with strong, skinny bodies they feel entitled to without an ounce of work. Listen fatty, I moderate my calorie intake and work out frequently, and it shows. Imagine that.  Anyway, I was warming up by walking slowly on the treadmill and stretching my upper body. I noticed there was a class happening in the nearby group fitness room, and immediately pinpointed the one butterbarge in the class. She was mostly keeping up, and since I prefer to not look at the back end of a trash bag full of cottage cheese, I didn't watch the class for long and started my run. (Let me be perfectly clear, I am not shaming cellulite -- like most women I have some too, but there's a difference between a medically healthy amount on a thin person and 270 pounds worth).  Partway into my run, I notice something absolutely shocking and unexpected (sarcasm) -- fatty has stopped participating in the class and is standing around while looking out the glass and into the general gym area. That's right, in the middle of an instructor-led class full of people, all of whom are moving along with the teacher's guidance, the one lardbarge feels entitled to walk away. She was literally standing with her back to the instructor while peering around the gym with her sweaty, piggy face. Anyone who has ever taken any kind of class should recognize how incredibly rude and disrespectful this is.  At this point I'm mid-run, and our eyes met. I purposefully held eye contact for a slightly extended time, then pointedly looked her up and down while curling my face into a clear look of grimaced disgust. I didn't look at her long enough to see her reaction, but when I looked back a few minutes later she had left the class completely. The instructor and gym members were all still bouncing around in the room, working up a hard-earned sweat, and piggy was just....gone.  TL;DR: Lazy gym piggy is so fragile that one sour look sends it running with curly tail tucked between the legs.  BONUS GYM STORY : Last week I saw a shitlady with a cane limping out of my gym. She had gorgeous, toned legs despite being disabled and unable to open doors without assistance. I'm so sick of fatties and their "condishuns"; this disabled woman wasn't letting any excuse keep her from being fit, and yet these eat beasts just bitch and moan and make excuses while poisoning younger generations with their HAES bullshit.