Is it because of the harsh, sickly blue-tinted florescent lighting? The mirrored walls that cast stark shadows at unusual angles and reflect said lighting up your nostrils? The layer of perspiration glistening on your forehead? The complete and utter lack of kittens, art and cute furnishings?
Or is it because I roll up to HIIT class rocking a severe high pony, which, in my mind, looks just as sophisticated as Madonna’s during her Blonde Ambition phase, but in reality never does?
Or is it because everyone I work out with teases me (in a fun way!) about taking pics of myself in the mirror, so I end up smiling like someone just asked me if I’d eat a bowl of live earthworms for ten thousand dollars?
Basically, WHY IS IT SO HARD TO TAKE CUTE SELFIES AT THE GYM?
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,