In a gym where bodies flex and sweat, Two friends with a story were set, One was as fit as a lithe ballet cat, The other embraced curves, joyfully fat. "Look at those biceps!" someone did say, "The muscles ripple like waves in the bay." And of her friend, with a smile so wide, "She's got the cushion for life's bumpy ride!" They laughed and winked, these ladies of flair, "Who needs a six-pack? I've got a keg to share!" "Why chase futility?" the fit one did tease, "When my shape's divine and meant to please!" From whispers of passion to sugar and spice, They danced through comments, naughty and nice. One lithe and lean, the other bold and round, In a world of contrast, their friendship was sound. For beyond the jokes and the jests alive, Together in joy, they truly did thrive. In fit or in fat, in jest or in jest, A love of oneself is the very best test.