Any way the wind blows.

"No one talks about the pain that you go through as a woman, being driven out of a space that you love because you're uncomfortable.

I was 16 years old, I started going to the gym — loved it.

I'd go through blizzard storms, holidays, I'd prioritize it before my plans with other people, that's how much I loved the gym.

Then I started getting talked to by men.

Initially it was like "Do you have a boyfriend? Can I get your number? You're super cute". I was like "Thanks, I'm just not interested."

And I'd go to my mom and she'd be like "You know what, you've got a tight little booty and you're super cute." Thank you mom.

Then it started turning into slight jabs like "You're doing this wrong, you know you could use the machine like this right?" or "Why do you like working chest, I thought women liked working legs instead?"

Then it started turning into me being 16 years old, forcing myself to stare directly into a man's eyes, because I knew he was making me uncomfortable, and I had to show him that I do not give a fuck about him, that I'm not scared of him.

Then once I got to the point where a 40-year-old man told me that he wished that I was 10 years older so that he could be with me, and that someone who is not in my life anymore started following me to the gym, that's when I broke.

And I continued to be groomed into this scenario of "It's just because you're beautiful", "It's just because you're wearing spandex shorts and you've got a nice ass".

After I started being followed at the gym, it broke me. I slowly started fizzling out of my love for the gym because I continued to be uncomfortable.

I am mourning the loss of a hobby that I used to love very deeply, and I don't know if I'll ever go back to it."

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"Jean-Pierre aussi est un gueux, ça l'empêche pas d'être un mari sympa..."