I Don’t Train for a Body — I Train So I Don’t Lose My Shit A Fitness Report Written By Absolute Chaos… Let’s be honest. Some people work out for aesthetics. Some people work out for health. Some people work out for discipline. I work out because if I don’t, I will absolutely snap at the wrong person for the wrong reason. The gym isn’t a glow-up for me. It’s containment. Rage (already pacing): “Working out is cheaper than bail.” Which she is certainly not wrong, depending on the way you go about it. Fitness Looks Different
Category: Lifestyle of The Rebel Woman
I Lift Heavy Because I Have to Lift My Life A Rebel entry on strength I don’t lift heavy because I love the gym. I lift heavy because my life is heavy. Some days I train because I want to. Most days I train because if I don’t, everything else feels heavier than it already is. People like to romanticize fitness. I don’t. Strength isn’t a hobby for me. It’s a requirement. Strength Was Never About the Mirror I don’t train for aesthetics. I train so my body doesn’t become another thing I
Getting It In While the Realm Is on Fire A One Bad Maa Reality, Observed by Vex There is no “quiet time” in the Realm. There is no perfect window. No peaceful stretch. No soft music playing while everyone respectfully leaves you alone. There are goblins. There are interruptions. There is always someone asking for something exactly when you pick up the weight. And somehow… you still get it in. One Bad Maa doesn’t wait for ideal conditions to train. If she did, she’d never move again. The Realm doesn’t pause just because her body needs
The Art of Shredding Lawless on Wheels, Concrete, and Why Movement Is Creative People think skating is just exercise. That’s how you can tell they’ve never actually shredded. Shredding isn’t cardio. It’s not a hobby. It’s not “cute.” It’s art made at speed. Lawless doesn’t skate to look graceful. She skates because standing still makes her restless. Concrete doesn’t care about your mood. Wheels don’t care about your excuses. Momentum either happens , or it doesn’t. That’s the appeal. 🛼Shredding starts the moment you push off. There’s no pause button. No “let me
Fitness Saved My Attitude. Rage Built My Strength. There are two wolves inside me: one is tired, and the other is raging through a set of deadlifts with pre-workout foaming at the mouth. Guess which one wins every morning? Exactly. People always say, “Wow, you’re so dedicated,” as if dedication is the reason I show up to the gym. Please. I don’t train because I’m healthy. I train because rage needs somewhere to go and punching civilians is frowned upon in most social settings. 1. I Don’t Work Out for Aesthetics — I Work Out So I Don’t
The Art of Giving The Bird Field Notes from Vex, Resident Chaos Creative There are a lot of things they don’t teach you in school. How to protect your peace. How to say no without apologizing six times. How to walk away from people who drain the life out of you. And, of course, how to properly flip someone off. Hi. I’m Vex. Part-time spell-slinger, full-time creative menace of the Realm. Rebel smashes things, Lawless steals things, Rage burns things down… I? I stylize the disrespect, and protect what’s mine magically. Because anyone can stick up a
STRONG ENOUGH TO START OVER — MY BODY, MY COMEBACK, MY RULES People romanticize comebacks like they’re loud, dramatic, cinematic moments, but most of the time? A comeback starts in silence. It starts on the morning you wake up and realize you don’t feel like yourself. Your strength is gone. Your drive is gone. Your body feels foreign, sluggish, heavy, or unresponsive. You’re staring at a version of yourself you barely recognize. That’s the part no one warns you about. The part where you grieve the old you while trying to rebuild the new one. But here’s the truth
BUILT FOR THE CHAOS — Why My Life Doesn’t Fit Anyone’s Template People love telling you how life is “supposed” to look, or be. Do this by 25. Achieve this by 30. Calm down by 35. Start planning for your retirement by 40. Shrink yourself forever. But here’s the thing: None of that shit ever applied to me, because I wasn’t built for their template. I was built for chaos. The kind of chaos that shapes you. Sharpens you. Breaks you open and puts you back together stronger, wilder, louder, and more unpologetic. Some people need order to feel
Training Through the Chaos — How I Build Strength Even on Broken Days Some days my body feels like it was assembled in the dark with the wrong tools, every screen is stripped, or I’m held together by duct tape. Hips tight. Knees snapping. Back talking shit. The list goes on and on, some days I wake and feel like I was hit by a big rig flying down the freeway, everything hurts. And then there is Rage, that loudmouth firecracker inside me, is pacing in the back of my head yelling: “Get up. Move.We don’t quit, bitch! We ain’t
Rough Hands, Soft Heart — The Real Blue-Collar Bad Breed maa Code There’s a certain kind of person who gets shaped by hard work, not metaphorical “grinding,” not the fake hustle you post for aesthetics, but the kind of work that actually hurts. The kind that puts calluses on your palms, sweat in your eyes, soreness in your back, and fire in your personality. That’s the blue-collar blood. That’s Bad Breed energy. That’s the code nobody talks about , but everyone feels. And if you grew up in it? You don’t have to explain a damn thing. Your hands