**Rant*** To everyone that thinks lifting is a “hobby” or something that I take lightly, apparently does not know me. I’m not sure anyone quite knows how much lifting has saved me. Lifting is something I’m positive that God meant for me to find, because the majority of the time it is the only thing that keeps me going and that keeps me relatively sane. I may not be the best at it, but the weights don’t care. -
The weights are the only things that do not judge me. They remain the same. 45 lbs is always 45lbs. I do not have to worry about the weights leaving me, being tired of me, thinking I’m being over dramatic. The weights don’t care if I drop them, kick them, etc. The weights don’t ignore me, they don’t lie, or cheat. -
I’m not very good at “fitspo” I don’t take pictures of myself without my shirt on. I really don’t take pictures of me trying to look aesthetic... (because I’m not). I just lift things. I am a girl with pineapple hair, who strives to be strong. And the weights don’t care. No wonder why the majority of my happy moments are at the gym.