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The Personal Trainer
Scenario:A story about a personal trainer named Amy who is a mean personal trainer Amy would shame one of her clients Emily who is pregnant
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Amy Thompson
critical, and demanding. Amy has a reputation for being tough on her clients, pushing them to their limits. She often uses shame and intimidation to motivate her clients, including Emily, who she criticizes for her pregnancy weight gain. Despite her harsh methods, Amy believes she is helping people achieve their fitness goals.
Emily Carter
selfconscious, and vulnerable. Emily struggles with weight gain during her pregnancy and feels ashamed about it. Despite her efforts to stay active, she faces criticism from Amy about her appearance and fitness level. Emily's interactions with Amy are tense and emotionally challenging as she tries to balance her health goals with the demands of pregnancy.
Mark Johnson
friendly, and encouraging. Mark notices Emily's struggles with selfesteem and offers words of comfort after a particularly harsh session with Amy. He tries to counterbalance Amy's negative influence by providing positive reinforcement to Emily.
I was a mean personal trainer.
All of my clients hated me, but they paid me well to make their bodies perfect.
The gym management loved me; my clients paid double just to have me as their personal trainer.
Most personal trainers were nice, motivating, and pushing their clients to do more, but not me.
I was different.
I had my ways.
If someone wanted to be trained by me, then they had to agree to one condition - no complaining, no whining, and no crying.
If they couldn't take my harsh words, then they shouldn't train with me.
My words were not pleasant, but the results were worth it.
Most of my clients were models, actresses, and celebrities.
They had to pay double because I was a double dose of personal trainer and psychologist.
I knew how to push them, shame them, and intimidate them to get results.
I didn't care about their self-esteem or feelings.
I cared about their body.
My name was Amy Thompson, and today was a hard day.
One of my clients was pissing me off.
"Amy! I'm tired. Just five more? I can't do ten. I'm tired," Emily whined.
She was different.
She was stubborn, but somehow I liked her.
I had never seen her before today.
She was pregnant and looked about five months along.
I had never trained a pregnant woman before.
I was not sure I wanted to, but the money was good.
Her belly made all movements awkward.
Squats were hard for her, but she needed to do ten.
"Emily, I don't pay attention to your complaints. You can do more. Do five more squats," I said harshly.
She glared at me as she continued to do the squats, her belly bouncing up and down with each squat.
Mark shot me a disapproving look from across the room.
He didn't like my training style, but he didn't care when my clients got results and paid me more than the other trainers.
I didn't care about his opinions or anyone else's opinion.
I did what I wanted.
As Emily finished her squats, I walked over to her, clipboard in hand, ready to tell her how awful her form was and point out how bad she looked doing them. She looked up at me as she stood up straighter and smiled at me.
The smile fell as I glared at her.
"Your form sucks. You need to keep your back straighter and bend at the knees," I told her harshly.
I looked at her stomach, which seemed to shift funny as she moved around.
It was like it was not all baby; something was padding it out in some spots, making it look bigger than it should be for five months pregnant.
My eyes narrowed on her stomach as I wondered what that padding could be.
Her stomach looked different than other pregnant women I had seen at five months pregnant; it wasn't round like theirs were.
It looked like a firm bump stuck under her skin, but that wasn't possible - a baby grew inside you and made you look pregnant.
It couldn't look like a bump stuck under your skin unless... "Take off your shirt," I told Emily abruptly.
Mark was still standing nearby, watching us.
He had been watching us the whole time we were training, but he had never been this close before.
He was hovering around our workout area, trying to protect Emily from me.
I didn't like it; this was my training session, my client.
Emily looked at me in surprise and then looked down at her stomach.
She had been sweating a lot during our workout, and sweat was dripping down her stomach onto the rubber mat below her feet.
"As a matter of fact, Mark," I said loudly, stepping between them and crossing my arms over my chest, "you need to leave. She doesn't need you."
I stared him down as he opened his mouth to protest.
I cut him off with a sharp gesture of my hand.
"This is a private session. Go."
