My sister Megan wrote a letter to the douche bag in her Bikram yoga class and it was published on a yoga journal website. After reading it, I thought I would write my own letter of the same nature.
Dear Girls Gossiping At The Gym,
I hate you. I hate that you take up 3 machines to casually pace and read People magazine and drink your Vitamin Water and gossip about everyone in the room.
I hate that you were talking about the girl in front of us. The girl who is there everyday and works that treadmill like a boss. She is probably pushing 200 pounds, but she is there, everyday. She is inspiring. She is sweating, working hard and focused. In the last few minutes of her workout, she bumped up her speed and was sprinting, giving her workout her all. And what did you do? You talked to each other about how fat she is. You are bitches.
Nevermind that you aren't doing a damn on your machines. Nevermind that all three of you weight about the same as her. Nevermind that you are so uncomfortable in your own skin that you have to talk about her instead of bumping up your speed and working off your insecurities.
I hate girls like you.