I sweat.

There's a store in my neighborhood that has this shirt hanging in the window (actually twice, once on a poster and once on a mannequin)

It makes me so angry. Why tell girls that they shouldn't sweat? Inspired by my anger I took this photo this morning.

I love it for so many reasons:

1. I just finished my second boxing class. The first time I took the all-women class. Today I was the only woman in a class full of guys and I kept up, and kicked their collective asses on the ab exercises.
2. The hand wraps. I had limited all ugly choices, and I went with the zebra in honor of the zebra-striped crutch pads someone gave me years ago that have seen me through far too many months of post-surgeries crutching. I kind of hate all animal prints, but I feel like having zebra with me while I'm busting my ass in boxing class makes up for the months of zebra when I couldn't walk.
3. Shoulders. I used to hate my boxy shoulders. I've been lifting a lot lately and now I love them.
4. Lola on my phone case.
5. This is not sparkle. This is sweat. All the way down my shirt. I do not sparkle. I sweat. And I earn every drop.