The Silent Room

So I was waiting for a friend outside Cyberia Gym, as I normally would, because he’s a resident and I’m not so I need him to get me in. During the wait, an African classmate of mine came passing by. See, I know him; we have the same lab, we were classmates last sem, but I don’t even know his name. But we’re cool like that. I’ll just call him Dude.

Dude: Yo mon, what’s op?

Me: Ah, nothing much, just waiting for a buddy

D: So you workin’ out now huh?

Me: Ahaha, yeah. I’m quite free this sem so I’m gonna take this chance to get rid of my boobs [while squeezing my left boob a bit].

D: Whoa mon, you got me. Hahaha.

[note: he's got quite a well-built figure, I should say]

Me: Yeah, well. I have to get rid of ‘em soner or later.

D: Yeah mon, it takes a real man to acknowledge the presence of his boobs.

Me: Oh really?

D: Yeah, mon. I can tell you really gon’ be rid of ‘em boobies. Boobies are for chicks, not for real men.

Me: I have always believed in that one.

For that short moment in time, I have never been so proud of myself. I have never been so proud to admit that I’m fat, and I have boobs, and that I’m working my way to remove them.