Just a thought....

Why on earth do people have to walk around naked in gym locker rooms?!

Honestly. No one wants to see that, and quite frankly it makes me very uncomfortable. Big, small, old, young, tan, ivory- I don't care. I don't wanna see you in your birthday suit. Whats with the lack of privacy? Lack of MODESTY?!

Don't get me wrong- I get it- you change clothes in a locker room, you shower, you freshen up- whatever. Its not the nakedness that I have a problem with- I'm sure people have seen a slip of a Kristin boob or tushie-thats not my issue! The thing I have a problem with is the blatant act of dropping your towel and walking clear across the locker room, staring in the mirror for a few minutes and then bouncing around for another 30 as though no one else was in the area, slathering lotion, brushing your hair, applying makeup, before finally- FINALLY- putting clothes on your shamelessly naked body.

C'mon people! This has got to stop!

This whole "love the body you're in" campaign is being taken to the extreme. Yes, women should be comfortable in their God-given bodies. But should everyone else have to suffer awkward glances and uncomfortable situations because of it? Ah gees. I just can't hardly stand it.

And then there are the women who wear close to nothing in the actual gym. You know you've seen that lady. The one in the sports bra and spandex booty shorts. Of course you've seen them, you can't NOT see them. Your eye catches this glimpse of a shockingly bare body and you almost can't look away until- 'Oh no, she's looking my way!' and you have to suddenly pretend that you really meant to overflow your water bottle while standing at the water fountain.

Is this scantily clad woman here to work out? Or is she here on the prowl?? I say the latter.

And its not always even a super hottie, size 2, rock hard abs, belongs in a centerfold, woman that dresses this way. I've seen it all! Cellulite spilling out of the bottom of biking shorts, back fat unmercifully protruding from the edges of a sports bra, a God-awful orange colored tan leaking from every pore that didn't feel the need to be covered by what we 21st century folks call clothes.

Ok, cool. Some people just want to feel the freedom of complete nakedness, the feeling that there is absolutely NOTHING holding them back. Save it for the nudey beach, friend.

Some folks just want to feel sexy. As though all eyes are on them because they are just too hott to handle. Save it for the bedroom, honey.

And thats all for now.