"On the first day of my trip, I followed my friend to his gym. He had described it as a country club of sorts, with an indoor and outdoor gym, multiple saunas, ice baths for recovery, a big communal pool, and a hefty assortment of beautiful people. I figured if I could handle Soho Farmhouse in peak June, I could take on Nirvana Life."
"Turns out, I couldn't. I stepped into the beautiful, expansive gym with its winding pathways and picture-perfect corners, and froze. It was like walking into the Love Island villa - its residents clad in tiny string bikinis and low-slung swimming shorts - all sporting tanned, toned bodies and more abs than I could count - and me, in my leggings and oversized T-shirt (and oversized body). I stood out like a sore thumb."
The trip to Canggu began with hopeful expectations of peace and rejuvenation. A friend lived a disciplined, social life mixing gym sessions, affordable high-protein meals and occasional nights out. A first visit to the gym Nirvana Life revealed an opulent, club-like facility with saunas, ice baths, and a pool populated by highly curated, attractive bodies. Immediate feelings of alienation and body shame arose as the narrator compared themselves to others. Attempts to rationalise belonging failed, and negative emotions intensified, signalling a deeper emotional struggle with self-image and social belonging during the stay.
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