One day not too long ago, I decided to weigh myself.

I don’t normally do that; I’m not sure why I did. The

scale shocked me. It said “not swole enough.” I knew exactly what I should do. I had to get swole. So, I
started to do it out of spite—I started working out. It was hard at first because I wasn’t swole, but the
spite really fuelled me. I forced myself to get out there and really push myself. I started eating
differently, too. All I knew was that I had to get swole. After a while I thought I had gotten swole. I was
sore and my muscles ached. I thought that was all I had to do—a few days of training and it would all be
worth it. I stepped on the scale again, and the message looked up at me: still not swole enough. After
that, I trained harder than I ever have before. I worked out nonstop. I ate more protein than I think I
ever have. I remember the first day I realized I had muscles. I looked at my arms and I saw them, and I
was so happy. I was finally getting swole. The next day I stepped on the scale again, and well, that’s how
I got where I am today. Hi. My name’s Clara and I’m swole.’