I took a deep breath. “Here goes nothing.”
Holding my phone out from me at arm’s length, I clicked the camera icon and plastered my best fake smile onto my face.
“Hi, everyone,” I said, mentally cringing at the sound of my own voice. “My name is Anna Leonard, and this is my first day working out at Stand Up. I’m super excited to get started on some cardio here on the treadmill after I get in some stretching.”
I paused, unsure of what to say next. Then I remembered what Barnett had said the night he had given me the V.I.P. card.
“Look, I’m going to be honest here. I’m not some supermodel or fitness guru. I’m just an ordinary fat girl looking to get her hot self back after a particularly bad breakup.”
Tears welled at the corners of my eyes. I brushed them away with the knuckle of my ind
