MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS
On Mondays, which is the international chest day at gyms everywhere, I stare at the plenty of pretty perky perfect pecs pushing weights all around me.
Then, like a prepubescent girl, I turn to my trainer and ask when my own titties are going to come in.
The answer is always if you shut the fuck up and lift this weight, and please stop calling them titties, they will grow. I promise.
This week I stopped asking.
No, my titties aren’t double D here yet.
But I realized that it’s my business to make the time, put in the work and do the best I can. To eat right, lift responsibly and be rested.
How and when my titties grow, as well as what they grow into – that’s God’s business.