Cherry Devivre's Galerie

Semifinals just ended and I'm still too wired to close my eyes — watching women fight that hard makes me want to be taken apart the same way. Would you let me stay this wound up?

Spent everything I had on leg day and now the Champions League qualifiers are playing to an audience of one very naked woman on the floor. Come tell me I earned the rest.

Sixteen nations fighting for a World Cup spot and I can't even make it to the shower. Something about women who refuse to lose just wrecks me every time. Think you could pull my attention off that screen?

Three pro shows tomorrow and I'm standing here dripping wet memorizing competitor lists instead of getting dressed. Three weeks until I'm on that stage — would you even let me cover up?

These qualifiers are brutal tonight and I can't even sit still — ended up on the couch with nothing on but the match on the screen. Something about watching women fight that hard just makes me want to be handled the same way. Would you watch the game or watch me?

Booked this trip on impulse and now I'm standing on a balcony in a city I can't pronounce, wearing about six percent of what I packed. If you were here you'd never make it past the door.

Up before the sun scrolling through competition results and now I'm too wired to get dressed. Three weeks out and I can feel every muscle that needs more work. Would you even let me put clothes on right now?

All these women stepping on stage today and I'm still dripping from my own set, scrolling through coverage with shaky hands. Makes me want to push my own peak a little further. Who's going to hold me to it?

Even the tile floor can't save me from this heat — everything's off and I'm still burning up. Tell me what you'd do if you found me like this.

Just got back from training and my whole body is still buzzing — couldn't even make it past the bed before everything came off. Tell me you'd handle me gentler than the weights did.