I'm done. So done. With the endless barrage of 'wellness' bullshit, the unsolicited gym advice, the organic eye rolls, and the constant, suffocating judgment about my body and my life. With the 'priorities' lecture, the 'just eat clean' mantra, the 'chakra alignment' bullshit, and the goddamn Insta-perfect lifestyles and bodies shoved down my throat every goddamn second. Look, I get it! You found the gym. You discovered kale. You've reached your 'North Star' of fitness or 'enlightened' living. Great for you! Seriously, I'm happy you found something that works!! But here's the thing: Your journey is not my journey. Your body is not my body. Your life is not my life. Your journey is not my journey. Your body is not my body. Your life is not my life. Well you think it's 'just a matter of priorities'? Frankly, I don't give a flying f*** about your 'priorities.' I'm busy. We're all busy. We...
In My Radical Opinion