Gym Confessions: Things That Definitely Weren't in the Waiver
- Rachel Staples
- Jun 5
- 4 min read
There’s a very specific moment in the gym that no one prepares you for:You’re mid-deadlift, locked in, feeling unstoppable… and then your body’s like, “Surprise. We leakin’!”
Just a little. Nothing dramatic. But enough to spark an identity crisis.

Welcome to the unspoken side of fitness.Not the “hot girl walk” side.Not the “matching set with a smoothie” side.We’re talking about the real gym stuff — the things we pretend aren’t happening while desperately hoping no one else noticed.
Let’s start with the pee. Mmmhmm I said it. Technically, it’s called stress incontinence. In real life, it’s just your pelvic floor clocking out under pressure. You brace for a heavy lift, and your bladder’s like, “I’m gonna go rogue here.” It’s common, especially if you’ve had kids, been through trauma, or just exist in a body that’s taken a few hits. And no — you don’t need to panic-buy a pelvic floor gadget off Instagram or do 800 Kegels in your car. The fix is usually a mix of breath work, learning how to manage intra-abdominal pressure, and maybe talking to someone who actually understands anatomy beyond “tighten everything and hope for the friggin’ best.”
But stress incontinence is just the tip of the iceberg.
Because if we’re being honest? Everyone’s dealing with something in the gym that they don’t talk about. Like sweat. Real sweat. Not a glow. Not a shimmer. We’re talking back-of-the-knees, down-the-crack, soaked-through-the-bra sweat. That swamp crtoch, “please don’t sit down too fast” kind of sweat.
You ever catch a glimpse of yourself mid-set and wonder if your leggings are trying to form a sweat-based Rorschach test? Welcome to the club. We’ve got towels, backup shorts, and absolutely zero judgment.
And if your clothes weren’t already betraying you, let’s talk about sports bras.One day it’s supportive. The next it’s folding in on itself like a vengeful origami project. You go to do a burpee and realize your left tiddie has taken a detour. At this point, you’re basically doing a full workout and managing a hostage situation under your shirt.
And getting that thing off post-workout should count as your finisher. You’re exhausted, soaked, and now attempting a slippery full-body Houdini routine in the corner of the locker room. You make eye contact with no one. You simply fight for your life.
And just when you thought your body couldn’t humiliate you any further — it farts.No warning. No mercy. Just a sudden, full-volume betrayal mid-squat, like your glutes clapped back with a slow, echoey balloon deflating across a church gymnasium.
Yes, people fart at the gym. No, it’s not gross. You’re just a functioning human with a digestive system and the bad luck of bracing during peak turbulence. You lock in for the rep, and your body’s like, “Let me soundtrack this real quick.”
You freeze. Instantly drop to tie your shoe — a shoe that absolutely doesn’t need tying — while quietly weighing your options: do you finish the workout? Do you switch gyms? Do you relocate to a new state and change your name?
Meanwhile, you’re begging the playlist to drown you out and hoping the guy on the assault bike has enough decency to pretend he didn’t hear it echo off the rig.
But again — the fart isn’t the problem. It’s the weird social pact that we all act like we’re not crop-dusting the entire room every time core engagement gets a little too real. Be serious. Everybody farts. Some of us just do it mid-deadlift, let it echo, and carry on like nothing happened — because honestly, pride is temporary but PRs are forever.
And then there’s the face.The tomato-red, blotchy, borderline-concerning flush that creeps up halfway through warm-ups and doesn’t leave until hours after you’ve showered. You check the mirror and think, Is this a workout or am I experiencing organ failure?
Add in the melting mascara, hair that now resembles something that got caught in the drain, and that one random sweat bead that’s slowly rolling down your shin like it’s lost — and suddenly your post-gym selfie dreams are dead in the water.
We put so much pressure on ourselves to look like we’re crushing it that we forget: nobody actually looks good while training hard. They look like chaos. They look like effort. They look like someone trying to hold it together while their body tests their limits in very public, very sweaty ways.
That’s kind of the point, though.Fitness isn’t curated. It’s unpredictable.Some days your lifts are clean and powerful. Some days your leggings betray you and your pelvic floor files a complaint. But the goal isn’t perfection — it’s consistency. It’s showing up. It’s pushing through the distractions, the discomfort, and the occasional mid-set fart, because you’re after something bigger than aesthetics.
So no, you’re not broken. You’re not weird. You’re not “too much.”You’re just not pretending. And in a world obsessed with looking like they have it together, that’s kind of refreshing.
Keep lifting. Bring the backup leggings.And maybe don’t deadlift in front of the fan.