I started going to the gym at 31 because I heard "Lekki men love fit women." I hated exercise. I loved puff-puff. But I was desperate to compete in the marriage market. So I paid ₦30,000 monthly and started suffering. Six months in, something shifted. I wasn't looking at men anymore. I was looking at my own progress. I could lift weights I couldn't touch before. My depression eased. My skin cleared. I stopped caring about marriage and started caring about my body as a machine, not a product. I am still single. But I am no longer desperate. The gym taught me discipline, not desirability. Ladies, have you ever started something for male attention and ended up keeping it for yourself? What changed?
