I didn’t expect the gym to change my life, let alone give me a front-row seat to karma in action. But that’s exactly what happened when a “Barbie Girl” in pink mocked my appearance in front of everyone. Little did she know, her words would come back to her in the most unexpected way.
Life hasn’t been the most exciting for me. It has been a rollercoaster ride with more downs than ups, but I’m not going to complain about it now that I’ve seen what fate had planned for me.
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I never thought I’d reach the point where I’d look back at my life and thank fate for making me go through the most difficult phases of my life.
I’m Jocelyn. An average 34-year-old girl who’s trying to make the most out of her life.
The past year has been life-changing. I mean, if you’d seen me a year ago, you probably wouldn’t have noticed me. I’m used to blending into the background because I’ve always felt it’s safer that way.
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On the surface, my life looked fine. I graduated with honors and got a job as a personal assistant to a wealthy businessman. My career was great, and I was earning more than I needed, but my personal life? Well, it was pretty stagnant.
I’ve been single for as long as I can remember, and I’ll explain why.
Years ago, I got into a car accident that left deep scars on my face. I remember how awkward I felt the first time I stepped out in public after that accident. With time, I let those scars become the defining feature of how I saw myself.
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People rarely said anything outright, but the stares were enough to remind me I wasn’t like other women. To this day, I can’t leave the house without makeup, carefully applied to cover every mark.
I’ve spent years testing out different brands of concealers and watching tutorials on YouTube to learn the right concealing techniques.
Now, I can’t even imagine stepping outside my house without makeup. I feel exposed in my bare skin, as though the world is dissecting me.
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And then there’s my weight. I’ve always been on the heavier side, and it’s been a constant source of insecurity.
I wear loose clothes to hide my body and avoid mirrors whenever I can. For years, I let these insecurities box me in, convincing myself I wasn’t worth noticing.
But a few months ago, something in me snapped. I was tired of hiding. I adjusted my work schedule to carve out free time and signed up for a gym near my office.
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It was intimidating at first. Walking into a space filled with toned and confident people made me feel like I didn’t belong. But I reminded myself I wasn’t there for them. I was there for me.
Joining the gym felt like my first real step toward reclaiming my life.
I didn’t know then that it would lead me to the scene of a confrontation I’d never forget. It happened around two months after I’d joined the gym.
It was a Tuesday evening, and I was waiting for a treadmill to open up.
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I’d been standing near the row of machines for about 15 minutes, scrolling through my phone and sipping water. When one finally opened up, I took a step forward, only to see someone else head for it.
She looked like a walking cliché. Tall, blonde, and wearing a matching gym outfit. Her makeup was flawless, and I couldn’t see a single strand of hair out of place. She practically sparkled under the fluorescent lights.
I couldn’t help but think of her as a “Barbie Girl.”
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“Excuse me,” I said, stepping forward. “I’ve been waiting for this one.”
She stopped mid-step and turned to me, her perfectly manicured brows arching in disbelief.
“What? No, you weren’t,” she lied. “I was in line for this treadmill first!”
“That’s not true,” I said firmly. “I’ve been waiting here for 15 minutes, and you weren’t even around. You just walked out of the locker room.”
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She let out a sharp laugh, loud enough to turn a few heads. “Sweetie, do you even know who I am? This gym belongs to my dad. Your membership could be canceled at any moment.”
Her words stung, but what she said next cut even deeper.
“Honestly, it might be better for you. Look at your body! I’m not even sure the gym can help you. And even if it could, not even JLo’s figure would save you with that face.”
I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach.
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Her words echoed in my head as I felt every pair of eyes in the gym turn toward us. My face burned, but I couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
For a moment, I just stood there, stunned into silence.
Before I could respond, a deep voice interrupted.
“Ladies, come with me to my office,” it said firmly.
I turned to see a gray-haired man in a tailored black suit standing nearby. His expression was stern, his gaze fixed on the blonde woman.
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“I have something for both of you,” he said.
The Barbie Girl, Emily, looked annoyed but followed him without protest. My heart pounded against my chest as I trailed behind them. I had no idea what was about to happen, but I knew it was going to be important.
The office was sleek and modern, with a large desk dominating the space. The gray-haired man gestured for us to sit down.
Emily flounced into one of the chairs, crossing her arms with a huff. I sat down carefully, unsure of what to expect.
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“Do you know who I am?” the man asked, looking directly at me.
I nodded. “You’re the owner of the gym.”
He smiled slightly.
“That’s correct. And this,” he gestured to the blonde woman, “is my daughter, Emily. I’m not too proud to say that after seeing how she behaved with you, Jocelyn.”
Emily rolled her eyes. “Dad, this isn’t a big deal. She was being rude.”
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“Enough,” he said sharply, his voice cutting through the air. “I’ve been considering giving Emily more responsibility around here, possibly even letting her manage the gym. But after what I just witnessed, it’s clear she’s not ready.”
“Dad!” Emily exclaimed, sitting up straight. “You can’t be serious.”
He ignored her and turned back to me. “I owe you an apology, Jocelyn. What Emily said to you was unacceptable. I’m deeply sorry you had to experience that.”
I nodded, unsure of what to say. His tone was sincere, but I couldn’t shake the humiliation I’d felt just moments ago.
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“I’ve seen people come and go in this gym,” he continued. “People come for a week and leave when they see no results.”
I nodded.
“But you, Jocelyn, you’ve shown resilience and patience. You remind me of what this gym is supposed to stand for,” he said. “That’s why I’m offering you a lifetime membership, complete with a personal trainer and access to all VIP services.”
I wasn’t expecting that. It sounded too good to be true.
“That’s, uh, that’s incredibly generous,” I managed to say. “Thank you.”
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“Dad, you can’t just give her—” Emily began, but he cut her off with a raised hand.
“I can and I will,” he said firmly. “And you will apologize.”
“Apologize? But why?” she protested. “C’mon, Dad. This is too much.”
“Apologize to Jocelyn. Now.”
That’s when the Barbie Girl rolled her eyes for the seventh time since we’d met and muttered a half-hearted apology under her breath. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
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I knew her apology wasn’t much, but it was enough for me. I was okay with the barely audible “sorry” I was presented with, and it was mainly because this was the first time in years someone had apologized to me after making fun of my appearance.
I felt so confident as I walked out of the office. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was standing up for myself.
Over the next year, I dedicated myself to my workouts. My personal trainer pushed me to my limits, and while it wasn’t easy, I refused to give up.
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Slowly but surely, I started to see results.
The weight came off, and for the first time in years, I felt comfortable in my own skin. I even began to wear less makeup, finally letting my scars show.
One evening, after a particularly tough session, I bumped into a man at the smoothie bar. He was tall, with dark hair and a warm smile.
We got to talking, and before I knew it, he’d asked me out to dinner.
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On the night of our date, I walked into the restaurant feeling more confident than ever. The man, Ryan, was waiting for me at a table near the window. But before I could reach him, a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Emily hissed.
I turned to see her storming toward us. I had no idea why she was here until I heard her next sentence.
“Ryan, what are you doing here with her?” she asked.
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Ryan looked uncomfortable. “Emily, this isn’t the time—”
“This is my husband,” she spat, glaring at me. “You’re here on a date with him, right?”
I froze. For a moment, I didn’t know what to say.
The older version of me, the girl who preferred to blend into the background, would’ve probably bolted out of the restaurant with tears streaming down her face. She would’ve blocked Ryan’s number the moment she got home, then spent the next week replaying the humiliation over and over in her head.
But that wasn’t me anymore.
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I’d worked too hard to let someone like Emily shake me. Her words had stung once, but now, they didn’t hold the same power.
In fact, as I stood there watching her seethe, I realized how the boomerang effect had come full circle. The cruelty she’d thrown out into the world had found its way right back to her. She thought she was untouchable, but life had other plans.
A laugh bubbled up in my chest, and this time, I didn’t hold it back. It started as a chuckle and grew into a full, belly-deep laugh that made heads turn.
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“You know what?” I said, meeting Emily’s furious gaze. “You two deserve each other.”
I turned to Ryan, who had gone pale. “And next time, maybe don’t cheat on your wife with someone who knows exactly what kind of person she is.”
With that, I grabbed my purse and walked out of the restaurant.
For the first time in years, I felt completely free. Free from insecurities, free from shame, and free from people like Emily who thrived on tearing others down.
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Life has a funny way of teaching lessons. Emily’s cruelty had set off a chain of events that changed my life for the better and exposed her for who she truly was. I’ve never felt stronger, more confident, or more ready to embrace the future.
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After 27 hours, his wife gave birth to a baby girl, and the man received the news that caused him to fall to his knees.
This is a love story that is equally lovely and painful. When they first met, fell in love, and had a kid, Liz passed away in childbirth. Matt’s actions following her passing were really inspiring.
High school students Liz Goodman and Matt Logelin first crossed paths at a gas station one sunny afternoon. Both of them were raised in Minnetonka, Minnesota, but their chance encounter marked the beginning of a real love story.
Senior year of high school was when Liz and Matt met. Fireworks sparked when she walked up to Matt after he caught her eye; the two became inseparable… up till the start of college.
As graduation drew near, the high school sweethearts had to face the fact that they were attending colleges in different parts of the country! In contrast to Matt, who remained at the University of Minnesota, Liz was traveling to California.
For this couple, who persisted and stuck together throughout their studies, the distance was nothing. Matt continued on to get his master’s degree at Loyola University of Chicago. He was contemplating getting a Ph.D. when he realized he needed to follow his heart and not his mind.
Matt was aware that he could no longer stand to be so far from his love. In order to be with Liz, he moved halfway across the nation to Los Angeles in 2005, packing his stuff.
From then on, the two proceeded to enjoy their lives to the utmost. While traveling, Liz and Matt explored new places, made memories, and deepened their understanding of one another and the world they lived in. It was just a matter of time until Matt realized that this was it and got down on one knee in Nepal to ask Liz to marry him.
In front of their friends and family, they exchanged vows to love one another forever on August 13, 2005. Seeing these lovers grab life and their love by the horns was exhilarating. For the young couple, everything seems to be going great.
They were not just happier than ever in their romantic relationships, but also in their professional lives. Liz worked as a financial professional at Disney, while Matt was a project manager at Yahoo! in California. The two decided to buy a house jointly to take advantage of their newly discovered financial security. From then, everything just got better.
After two years of marriage in 2007, the couple decided to grow their family, and they were thrilled to find out Liz was carrying their first child!
Since many of Liz and Matt’s friends and family members reside in Minnesota, they were unable to accompany them on their amazing journey to parenthood. The soon-to-be parents made the decision to take action and launched a blog to inform their loved ones of Liz’s pregnancy progress.
The journey appeared bright and joyful for the happy couple as they anticipated their first child, but Liz had a tough pregnancy. The doctors advised her to spend a few weeks in bed since she had excruciating morning sickness.
Matt kept a close eye on her since he was anxious about his wife carrying his child. It was distressing to see Liz, who is often active and energetic, confined to her bed. After that, she was taken to the hospital and told to stay in bed for a few more weeks. Matt monitored their newly launched blog about being pregnant throughout the entire incident. He had no clue what he would soon publish on that specific website.
Since Liz’s pregnancy was considered high risk, she was brought to the delivery room twice, each time at least 7 weeks early owing to false alarms. The doctors kept a careful eye on her since they didn’t want to take any chances.
The baby’s arrival into the world was finally ready. Liz was still two months early, necessitating an urgent C-section. The lives of Matt and Liz Logelin were about to undergo a significant change on March 24, 2008.
The couple welcomed Madeline (Maddy) Logelin into their family after the surgery proceeded without a problem. When she was born, she weighed barely 3 pounds, 14 ounces. Since the new parents were thrilled, Liz only had a brief opportunity to see their beautiful baby girl (photographed). The medical workers hastened to get her to the newborn critical care unit since she was born early.
Due to Liz needing to be kept under observation for a further 24 hours after giving birth, she was unable to hold their daughter straight away. Once everything was through, Liz was prepared and eager to meet her baby girl who was now awake and well. She started to ride in a wheelchair to the ward.
Matt couldn’t wait to have both of his girls in his arms, so he was there to assist his wife in their stroll around the room before they entered the ward. They were about to have the mother-child quality time they had all been looking forward to. Disaster then struck.
When his wife slouched in his arms and muttered, “I feel light-headed,” Matt gently and tenderly helped her into the wheelchair. In an effort to calm Matt, the nurses explained that it was common for women to faint after giving birth.
Matt patiently recalled, “All of a sudden, there’s this ‘code blue,’ and people are running by me.” He broke down in tears. She would never be able to hold her kid since she would pass away in this hospital that day.
Only 27 hours, or slightly more than a day after giving birth to their daughter Madeline, doctors learned that a deadly clot had gone to Liz’s lungs and caused a rare, fatal pulmonary embolism. Liz passed away at the young age of 30, only hours after giving birth to a child, from a fatal embolism. Matt was left a widower one day after becoming a parent.
In only one day, Matt went from feeling on top of the world to fearing for his life. He was devastated. The pregnancy blog was meant to be filled with images of the growing family, but instead, his subsequent essay was only about melancholy.
The first several weeks were the worst Matt had ever experienced. Every Tuesday at exactly 3:11 p.m., his thoughts would return to that fateful moment when his life changed irrevocably because he couldn’t bear to take off his wedding ring. At times, he openly questioned how he would manage in his new life without Liz at his side.
There were challenges in getting back home. There were sour reminders of Liz everywhere Matt turned. When guests asked about the baby’s mother, Matt would frank and openly reply, “She passed on the day after the kid was born,”. Even leaving the house was tough.
The only consolation Matt felt in those early days as a widower was the knowledge that his young daughter needed him and the notion that a portion of his cherished wife lived on in Madeline.
Matt was determined that he would give his daughter the finest upbringing possible despite his sadness. He’s seeking for a way to express his feelings of dread and anguish. He started posting on a parenting discussion board hosted by his hometown newspaper, The Minnesota Star Tribune. But it didn’t end there.
Maddy Logelin turned 10 years old on March 24th, 2018. Ten years had passed since her mother Liz’s terrible death at the same anniversary. Her father, family, and friends have done all in their can to encircle her with love and happiness despite her horrific history.
Matt has made his blog’s details more private as Maddy has aged. The instant Madeline shouts “stop,” it is over. “The plug will be pulled,” he would always guarantee. Over the years, Maddy has learned about her mother via stories and pictures, and her interest in her has only increased.
One day she naively questioned, “Daddy, did you grasp my mommy’s hand when she died?” She frequently asks her father questions about the activities he and her late mother used to do
Despite his best efforts to be honest and explain things to his little daughter, Matt remarked, “What I said will never take away what happened that day.” After the talk, Maddy remarked, “Daddy, I love you,” which Matt later said she understood precisely what he needed to hear. I also love you, Maddy,” he said.
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