I remember when I was a horny fit girl I was a yoga teacher for 3 years earning $25 a week and no man wanted me because who could love anybody on food stamps earning $25 a week?
Forever alone fit girl 🙋🏼♀️
Being fit & healthy mean nothing unless you’re wealthy.
What’s classy if you’re rich, but trashy if you’re poor? Being a fit girl, apparently.
So, guys don’t care about a girls income that much. There’s an entire subculture of men that prefers or demands being the sole breadwinner of their families. I’m going to say the word “tradwife” and consider my point made.
Guys will go for an unemployed girl. Pretty and nice will get you a man. Which weren’t you?
Mind you, when I was in college I tutored freshman chemistry for an hour on Wednesdays and made more than $25/week at it; how delusional was your business plan?
I can’t help that Gold’s Gym only paid me $25/hour for one hour per week. But it also meant a free gym membership to every Gold’s in Northern Virginia & Washington DC so I spent every waking minute of every day enjoying all those gyms. And I didn’t have a car. I was biking all around Northern Virginia and Washington DC to get to all these gyms. It was beautiful & the healthiest I’ve ever been in my life but bittersweet & maddeningly lonely, only exercise endorphins kept me sane. Then the Autumn rains began and biking became uncomfortable & demoralizing, then the winter snows commenced and biking became impossible. So I had to start walking & running to the gyms.
Exercise was my passion & my joy & my antidepressant, and without endless exercise all day I would spiral into depression. Even at night when I got home after all that I would go running a few miles around the neighborhood before taking a shower and being able to fall asleep. That winter I hit rock bottom and internet people suggested I look into my veterans benefits since I am a military veteran. So I was able to get into the VA Medical Care system, was hospitalized for severe depression, and they’ve been taking care of me ever since then.
Currently in the waiting room for dermatology appointment because my post-op breast cancer scars aren’t healing properly.
And any day now my prescription driving glasses should be ready to pickup at the eye care building.
And the psychiatrist & I have been at an impasse since 2022 because she refuses to prescribe me vyvanse although it’s the only medication I’ve ever taken that makes me feel normal.
So unmedicated, I get hospitalized occasionally to prevent killing myself.
Meanwhile physical therapists have come in clutch helping me through my excruciating lordosis & medial epicondylitis & bone spurs/ bursitis in my shoulders.
Sounds like you are playing life on hard mode. Hang in there. I’ve had periods of life when it’s been difficult but it got a lot better. Sometimes random events happen, you meet someone, and things feel better.
Uhh glad you got in the VA system but I think you don’t just need a new psychiatrist, you need a new country. Which of course is easier said than done.
Believe me I’ve thought of going to Mexico to get Vyvanse but I need to be sure the source is reputable & safe. I have no idea how to navigate all that madness so in the meantime continue life on hard mode.
Lots of men came to my yoga classes but I was struggling so hard for survival I had no energy left for anything else. When people tried to get to know me the first things they would ask are “So what else do you do? Where do you live? Oh you have to run/walk/bike 20 miles to get here because you don’t have a car?” Basically gathering enough info to determine my net worth, then I was trash to them.
I remember when I was a horny fit girl I was a yoga teacher for 3 years earning $25 a week and no man wanted me because who could love anybody on food stamps earning $25 a week?
Forever alone fit girl 🙋🏼♀️
Being fit & healthy mean nothing unless you’re wealthy.
What’s classy if you’re rich, but trashy if you’re poor? Being a fit girl, apparently.
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Being wealthy means nothing unless you’re healthy and well.
Gotta be the whole package - health & wealth & personality & intellectual & attractive - to gain any traction in this cutthroat society.
So, guys don’t care about a girls income that much. There’s an entire subculture of men that prefers or demands being the sole breadwinner of their families. I’m going to say the word “tradwife” and consider my point made.
Guys will go for an unemployed girl. Pretty and nice will get you a man. Which weren’t you?
Mind you, when I was in college I tutored freshman chemistry for an hour on Wednesdays and made more than $25/week at it; how delusional was your business plan?
I can’t help that Gold’s Gym only paid me $25/hour for one hour per week. But it also meant a free gym membership to every Gold’s in Northern Virginia & Washington DC so I spent every waking minute of every day enjoying all those gyms. And I didn’t have a car. I was biking all around Northern Virginia and Washington DC to get to all these gyms. It was beautiful & the healthiest I’ve ever been in my life but bittersweet & maddeningly lonely, only exercise endorphins kept me sane. Then the Autumn rains began and biking became uncomfortable & demoralizing, then the winter snows commenced and biking became impossible. So I had to start walking & running to the gyms.
Exercise was my passion & my joy & my antidepressant, and without endless exercise all day I would spiral into depression. Even at night when I got home after all that I would go running a few miles around the neighborhood before taking a shower and being able to fall asleep. That winter I hit rock bottom and internet people suggested I look into my veterans benefits since I am a military veteran. So I was able to get into the VA Medical Care system, was hospitalized for severe depression, and they’ve been taking care of me ever since then.
I guess the exercise stopped your brain from thinking and that’s why it felt good. Sometimes physical pain is much easier than emotional pain.
What do you do in the medical care system now?
Currently in the waiting room for dermatology appointment because my post-op breast cancer scars aren’t healing properly.
And any day now my prescription driving glasses should be ready to pickup at the eye care building.
And the psychiatrist & I have been at an impasse since 2022 because she refuses to prescribe me vyvanse although it’s the only medication I’ve ever taken that makes me feel normal.
So unmedicated, I get hospitalized occasionally to prevent killing myself.
Meanwhile physical therapists have come in clutch helping me through my excruciating lordosis & medial epicondylitis & bone spurs/ bursitis in my shoulders.
Sounds like you are playing life on hard mode. Hang in there. I’ve had periods of life when it’s been difficult but it got a lot better. Sometimes random events happen, you meet someone, and things feel better.
Uhh glad you got in the VA system but I think you don’t just need a new psychiatrist, you need a new country. Which of course is easier said than done.
Believe me I’ve thought of going to Mexico to get Vyvanse but I need to be sure the source is reputable & safe. I have no idea how to navigate all that madness so in the meantime continue life on hard mode.
Yeah, none of that story sounded based in any form of reality.
How can I delete your uninformed comment?
Men go after college students who earn negative amounts per week.
Your bigger problem was probably that men don’t (generally) do yoga.
Lots of men came to my yoga classes but I was struggling so hard for survival I had no energy left for anything else. When people tried to get to know me the first things they would ask are “So what else do you do? Where do you live? Oh you have to run/walk/bike 20 miles to get here because you don’t have a car?” Basically gathering enough info to determine my net worth, then I was trash to them.
Start painting, poor is almost an obligation here.