Pink Ball

I work out in my apartment gym at the same time every weekday morning, and I use a balance ball for my various routines almost every day.

In true “Buff Goldilocks” fashion, there are small balance balls, HUGE balance balls that my arms aren’t even wide enough to carry, and one pink balance ball that is *just right.* So I always take that one for my workouts. If anyone else were to be using this ball before me I would choose another one, but no one ever is, so I’m just trying to live my life here. However, I’ve slowly started to realize that one random guy in the weight room seems to have developed a vendetta against me having this ball.

I have no idea what his problem is, but long story short, I came in this morning and the pink ball was so high up on the ball rack that it was squished against the gym’s ceiling. There was so much room on the bottom rungs of the rack that I can’t imagine why anyone would take the effort to literally shove it up there, except for the sake of spite.

I don’t know that this guy actually did this, but I have my suspicions. The funny thing for me is, yeah, being short can be frustrating, but tall people don’t seem to understand that I have been short MY ENTIRE LIFE and I’ve made it this far. Wanna know how? Because if there’s no one around to help me, I can and will climb ANYTHING to get what I want: Trees, fences, bookshelves, my brothers, your countertops: I have been trained for this.

THE WORLD IS MY STEP STOOL AND THE PINK BALL AND I ARE GOING TO BE VERY HAPPY TOGETHER.