good enough for me

I quickly changed out of my sweaty gym clothes. I didn't understand why I sweat so much I ran only a mile and I was drenched in stinky wetness. I pulled my dripping muscle tee over my head and light grey now dark grey drawstring pants off and down to the ground. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. My neon pink and green sports bra was clearly not padded and my nipples peaked  through. My tummy resembled a pot belly pig. You would of thought that I'd hate to look at myself in the mirror half naked but the truth was I was amused at the form and shape of my own body.

I hopped in the shower for a quick rinse, playing with the faucet to find just the right temperature. It took me forever going back and forth from scalding hot to icy cold. I finally got it to just the right amount of warm. Was it wrong to put the bar of soap directly onto my body considering it wasn't my house? Would my best friend's brother mind that I used and abused his soap?! I decided not to.

Less than 2 minutes later I was done lathering. Good enough for me! I jumped out and right in front of me was the white square devil that resembled a calculator. YES I had to! I was curious I just ran a mile and just sweated off at least 5 pounds, O.K. maybe I was feeling extra confident. That confidence was shot right down. 

I looked down with my eyes half closed. I opened them, 157 lbs. Wait was that right, I hopped back off and on again hoping the numbers would change. Oh well, I grabbed my one piece black floral bathing suit and stretched it out because it seemed more snug than I remembered, had it shrunk? I wiggled my legs through and finally got into the lower half. Now for the top, I slipped the halter over my head and my boobs popped out like a cork in a wine bottle. I jumped up and down to get everything into the suit. I looked into the mirror, good enough for me.