I’m headed out of town with some girlfriends. We’re going to Vegas. And we’re gonna see Britney Spears perform there. And I’m stoked. Like, totally stoked maaaaaan.
For the past couple weeks I’ve let her be my motivation. Girl looks good. And she’s had two babies and some messed up stuff happen to her. But she stays in great shape. And has an athletic body. So it’s a shape that’s attainable for me (at my best…).
I may not look like her. But at least I look like a better version of me while trying to look more like her. But also staying true to me. Because me as her wouldn’t look good but me as me but in her-like shape would.
I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m drunk already.
Vegas, Britney, Vegas!