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Yesterday I was at the gym. I was working on a set of upright rows when I noticed the first guy checking out my butt. I smiled inwardly.

The next glance came just a few minutes later. I was doing shoulder presses and it invigorated me to do a few more reps than usual. I’ve lost some weight ever since the gluten-free thing so I was feeling pretty damn cute.

I turned sideways in front of the mirror to do a tricep exercise. And that’s when I saw it: the seam of my workout pants had split up the outside of my leg, revealing about two inches of upper thigh. Nothing truly compromising, but definitely enough to make people glance. The guys weren’t checking out my smaller, tighter butt. They were hoping for a further wardrobe malfunction.

Needless to say, I was humbled.

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