In kickboxing the other day I punched the skin off my two contact knuckles. I had gloves on. But it was a 2 hour session, and I had some steam to work off. Now my hands look like I make a living fixing cars.
It made me sad, when the endorphins wore off. I spend most of my time being sweaty and looking wretched.
So.
In a misguided attempt to reclaim come of my femininity, I put on a dress.
Now I look like a mechanic in a dress.
Balls.
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