GYM, GYM, GYM

  I was only fourteen, when I first entered the door of the gym, which was two minutes from my school. And I clearly remember what I felt in that very moment - it was 'shame'. Yes, I was ashamed of myself, ashamed of my body, ashamed of my stile of life. The good thing about that day was that I came not along but with bunch of my classmates who had exactly the same problems as I had. We were making fun of each other looking in the mirror and trying to distinguish our biceps from triceps. I don't think I would stay in this gym more than one day, if it is not my friends, later we have got completely obsessed with gaining muscles. Three times per week of work out became our tradition, gosh, how many jokes and funny stories I had learned in this gym, how many new friends I gained spotting people there and I am sure it is Gym that made me feel self confident and always happy.