If I gave a rat's behind what I looked like I'd be one of those chicks at the gym in a perfectly coordinated outfit with full makeup and not a hair out of place who would never do anything to break a sweat. And I would avoid the weights, because I'd be afraid that I might get bulky (I wish!). And staying fit would be miserable. And I'd probably hate myself. And I might be judgemental towards men and women who are flinging sweat around and getting smelly and enjoying their dose of endorphins, even if stuff jiggles on their bodies. And I'd probably be secretly envious of and annoyed by that woman carrying an extra 20#s, yet pounding out an hour or more on the treadmill because the roads are icy, the windchills are in the negatives, and she's training for a big Spring race...