"we were talking, having a good time and then something happened and I thought you might have died and then I called you back to see if you were dead"

My behind is still sore from my overzealousness at the gym this past week. As I've mentioned before it gets more of a workout than anything else because of the weird way my legs are turned. I was just on the phone with my mom trying to figure out what it would be called so I can look for a picture of it.
Sus: "Is there a name for what my legs do?"
Mom: "Bowlegged?"
Sus: "No, because that's when the knees don't touch, my knees are together."
Mom: "It's just a cute...little...thing."
Sus: "Deformity."
Mom: "It's not a deformity.
Sus: "Haha, yeah it is; it's not natural, so it's a deformity."
Mom: "It's not a deformity, it's just a cute shape."
Sus: "Hahahaha!"

I get mocked quite a bit for so-called "posing", or standing in a seemingly forced position. I've realized that I do do it a lot, place one foot in front, but I find that it is to counteract my natural funky leg position. When people tell me I should be a model I can't help but laugh (hard) because really...ever seen a model with a slight genu valgum stance? Yeah, me neither.

Anyway, yeah, I don't think many people knew about that. I don't think many of my siblings know about that, actually.
What was my whole point?

Oh yeah, the gym. I have a love/hate relationship with the gym. Its a day-by-day thing. Ugh.