Tonight's gym ham story, as told from a fat POV Ugh, what is it with skinny bitches always showing off? Yet again I can't get through my day without thin privilege sticking its nose in my face. I'm at the gym tonight with my skinny friend (she understands her privilege though, we discuss it often and at length and she has been doing much better at not oppressing me.) Anyway, we start off by doing some really hardcore stretching. We get out the mats and spend a good 20 minutes in really tough poses. For a "fat girl" I am really flexible so I want to keep that talent (teehee). Anyway, after I'm nice and warmed up I convince my friend that we should use the rowing machines. They give a great workout and since I am already in such great shape I find it really easy. But as we're walking through the maze of weight machines to our destination, I can't help but notice an oppressive presence in the air. To my surprise, it wasn't from all the men in there grunting and sweating and manspreading on the weight benches. It was from some nasty, twiggy, anorexic looking bitch, glaring at me with pure hatred and disgust in her eyes. I do my best to ignore it because I know she's just trying to intimidate me, probably angry that a real curvy girl is getting more looks from the gym rats than she is. But as I pass by her, she makes an audible "ugh" sound at me. I felt so livid. I was ready to cry but I chose to be the bigger person (teehee) and get on the rowing machines. I rolled my eyes at her and nudged my friend, whispering "Wow, fat shaming at the gym? That girl is so oppressive! I can't get anything done without harassment." My friend says nothing, probably knowing that from her privileged position she would never understand my plight. So, skinny bitch stares at me the entire time as I'm working up a sweat, probably upset that her theories of all fat people being lazy or unhealthy is being disproven in front of her eyes and I pull that rowing machine for a good 30 minutes. My friend sees some of our friends in the gym as we stop to chat for a few minutes. I tell them all about how the petition to make the gym change rooms signs include xi/zer pronouns is going, then mention how I was shamed by that twiggy bitch. They didn't say anything either, but it was super late by then and the Booster Juice nextdoor was closing so I got my friend to leave with me. I got a super healthy berry smoothie and added yoghurt and a whole bunch of protein powder to maximize my workout. I like to treat myself, I deserve it after working so hard, even when people try to bully me out of the gym. Victory for the big girls tonight! And now, for your factual pleasure, the story from your dear shitlady's POV: 8:00 pm - treadmill warmup.  8:10 pm - weight machines, it's bicep/chest day. Lets do this ooh-rah! Notice ham sitting cross-legged (sort of) on a mat watching a nonfat do planks. They just arrived. Smile to myself at the fact that the fatty is wearing a galaxy print shirt, very suitable. 8:13 pm - still on machines, watching the clock on the wall to try to plan out how much time I have in the next 1:45 until the gym closes, might have time for leg work. Peripheral vision tells me that galaxyham is glancing towards my direction, probably gawking at the surprisingly beefy Filipino man destroying the shoulder press beside me, guy is a beast. I'm inspired. Will do extra set of flys. Ham and her pal walk over, and pass between me and Filipino Lou Ferrigno. I glance up at her face because she is staring at me as she passes and I wonder if she's recognizing me (small town, maybe she knows me?) I don't recognize her, but when I make eye contact her eyebrows shoot up and she gets this mouth only not cute. I think of FPH and decide that in case this gets interesting I should start making mental notes for retelling. I recall back to the ham on the mat, sitting, and wonder if she actually did any stretches after all. Doubtful, there was minimum movement, but I wasn't paying attention. Now I am. 8:15 - am changing weights on the fly machine which allows me to watch from the corner of my eye as the ham and her pal figure out how to seat themselves. Ham gives pal one of those wide-eye "DO YOU GET WHAT I'M THINKING AT YOU" look and whispers. No time for that, time for flys. Turn back around, notice mirror shows perfect ham view. Am sad at the view but notice pal do a quick look at me. I wonder if it is because I am wearing a weird cut singlet. Maybe it's unusual for people to workout in glasses. Maybe they're giggling about my scabby old shoes. Maybe fatty thinks I fatshamed her by existing. This theory makes me giggle. No time for that, the ham is starting to row. One row. Two row. Three row. Pause, chit chat. Four row. Pause, chit chat. Lifts handle for fifth row.... no, lifting it to put it back on it's little rack. Pal is still kind-of rowing but it looks like ham convinces her to leave. 8:18 pm - Ham and pal walk over to smith machine and pull-up bar to chat with some people they seem to know.  8:38 pm - Chit chat seems done, ham takes water bottle and hurriedly leaves gym. Booster Juice (smoothies) closes in 2 minutes... coincidence? MFW I realize that was ham's workout. TL;DR: galaxy ham makes angry eyes at shitlady, sits on mat for 10 minutes watching her friend stretch, does 4 reps on row machine, talks to friends on gym floor for 20 minutes and leaves two minutes before the Booster Juice in the complex closes, probably to retrieve reward beetus for her hard work. The Great Filipino Antonio Barichievich benches elephants, probably.