
Personal Training, Session One: Iβm standing at the front
desk, waiting for the mythical βBarbieβ to appear. While I
was sucking down water and aspirin earlier today, trying to
shed my hangover, I started thinking about how judgmental I
can be. I mean, why should I have instantly freaked out
when I heard someone named Barbie was going to be my
trainer? Sure, the name brings up images of gorgeous girls
with long blonde hair, shiny white teeth, deep tans, and
impossible-toachieve, completely enviable figures, but
maybe this Barbie is different.
Maybe Trainer Barbie is a dark, homely girl with an
overbite and she took up fitness to feel better about her
hump and her skin condition. Yes, thatβs it. Barbie is all
hideous and disfigured and she will have a heart of gold
and because of this, sheβll be devoted to nothing but
making me lose weightβ¦
I stand by the magazine rack and Iβm about to pull out this
weekβs In Touch when I hear my name being called. I turn
around and look for my gargoyle of a trainer.
But I donβt see any monsters.
All I see is a gorgeous girl with long blonde hair, shiny
white teeth, a deep tan, and an impossible-to-achieve,
completely enviable figure standing there. βHey, are you
Jen?β she asks. βIβm Barbie!β
Of course you are.
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