On being a Princess and The size of men’s stuff…

Studies show that, the only way to treat Writer’s Block is by writing. Here’s to the first dose…

I started taking this fitness thing seriously mainly because, as a woman, when the time comes, I would like to be able defy age, feel healthy and look good at a moment’s notice!

A few trips to the gym, I realized how interesting the men seem to compete given any chance; from who has the biggest muscles, to who does the most pushups, who lifts the heaviest… I am not in the running to become the next She-Hulk, all I want is to look good naked and clothed, of course. I’ve been nicknamed Princess (at the gym and my place of work) because lifting anything is not my cup of tea.

At work, for some reason; I am treated like a real princess. Everyone wants to take care of me. I don’t know why and I am not complaining one bit!

Yesterday, there was an incident… Two of my male workmates started competing – get this, they were giving me money. One started with a 5k note, the other handed me 6k. The first one then handed me a 10k note, and the competitor gave me 15 thousand. Now, here’s a girl who has been yearning to get her nails and hair done for days…

God truly works in mysterious ways.

Princess Branch