Yesterday was supposed to mark my first day back at the gym in over a month. Yes, a month. It's a combination of being on vacation, getting my wisdom teeth out, going home every other weekend, and just being downright lazy that led to this gym boycott. A gym boycott that has led to a little too much junk in the trunk everywhere, so it's about time I get my shit in gear and get back on my gym grind.
But once I got there yesterday I realized they were still doing renovations on the locker rooms which meant that I was out of luck on finding anywhere to change into my yoga pants. And lord knows I wasn't about to hop on an elliptical in a pair of ripped skinny jeans. If anything sounds like hell, that'd probably be it. That and just working out in general, but that's besides the point. So I decided to head home and go straight to Chipotle instead of doing anything physical and active. I'm a complete and utter genius, what can I say.
Here's the thing though, I was really sick of being in those ripped skinny jeans so I swapped them for pajamas the second I walked in the door (the bra stayed on though). Except for I still wanted Chipotle after half of First Avenue saw my booty shorts while twerking around changing in front of my open window (not sorry about it). So that meant I was taking the pj's outside, down the streets, and into the long line of New Yorkers waiting to wrap their hands around a precious burrito. And I honestly didn't give two shits while doing so. You already knew this if you follow me on Instagram. But I know SO many girls that wouldn't think twice about committing such a fashion no no.
And that got me thinking about the type of girl that I am...
1// I will never be the girl that needs to put makeup on just to go to the grocery store; I will forever be the girl who has last night's mascara smeared under her eyes pushing a squeaky cart down the hummus aisle.
2// I will never be the girl that wears a bedazzled crop top jersey with a pair of heels to a sporting event all while sitting on her phone the entire time; I will forever be the girl in the youth medium "league official" jersey spilling beer while yelling at bad calls just like the big boys do.
3// I will never be the girl that insists on getting weekly mani/pedis in fear of dying without one; I will forever be the girl who looks down one day and realizes she's had the same red polish on her toes for the past two months and doesn't think twice about it.
4// I will never be the girl strutting her shit down the street in high-end designer clothing; I will forever be the girl who plows her way through the clearance racks at Target and remains just as content.
5// I will never be the girl that insists on sipping expensive bubbly from a champagne flute in a swanky lounge; I will forever be the girl who plops herself down on a stool at a sports bar and orders a Miller Lite...in a bottle.
6// I will never be the girl that needs a suitcase to carry around the amount of high-end beauty products she's acquired over the years from Sephora; I will forever be the girl carrying a simple makeup bag filled with dollar products from ELF.
7// I will never be the girl that needs to go to fancy restaurants that serve food with names you'd need a dictionary to figure out on date night; I will forever be the girl who will ask you to take me to Outback Steakhouse whenever they have their steak and crab leg special for $12.99.
8// I will never be the girl that has to wake up two hours before work in order to have enough time to get ready; I will forever be the girl who rolls out of bed, freshens up, and is ready to walk out the door in fifteen minutes.
9// I will never be the girl that sends her entire wardrobe out to get dry cleaned on a bi-weekly basis. I will forever be the girl who wears the same pair of jeans three times a week for a month straight before even thinking about sticking them in a washing machine.
10// And lastly, I will never be the girl that has to wear a Pinterest-inspired outfit at every waking moment of the day; I will forever be the girl who walks down the streets of Manhattan in pajamas to get a burrito bowl from Chipotle.