Tuesday 16 August 2016

An Open Letter to Gold's Gym

Dear Gold's Gym,

Fuck you.

You run a business of maintaining and facilitating fitness, that's it. You're in the business of advertising to seek out individuals who would like to temporarily access your machines and weights for their own goals and agendas. Your business on your client's agenda is none of your business, unless they ask you. I did not ask you for advice yet I was given it anyway. You're that bully walking down the street handing out free fitness advice to anyone who "looks like" they need it.

Your apology was confusing, an after thought, a take-it-back-but-not-really-because-we-feel-entitled-to-shame-fatties-everywhere, God-driven, word salad, hot garbage soup. I don't accept. Do more. How will you become better than what you've put out? Apologies are not just mindless jumbled words thrown together to appease the masses. Apologies are also action to not continue the act yet I still see that the ads are still up which means you still endorse this type of thinking. You are not sorry. Your appalling behavior requires more. I highly recommend you visit eating disorder clinics with your mouths shut so you can just listen and learn.

Sincerely,

Courtney Catterall











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