A female locker room in an all-women gym is like a microcosm constructed of feminine insecurities. Like a petri dish breeding vanity. The catalyst being the perceived value of health. As denizens strip down and jump through hoops (some doing much better to the envy of others), there are rebels with the audacity to wolf down Old Chang Kee ravenously as they wait to suit up again.

What value then is mental health in the scheme of things? The pleasure of gluttony is not an indulgence but an oft misunderstood balance to superficiality.

Give me my BBQ Chicken Wings with lime and chili anytime! Don’t tsktsk me!