I was getting hot flashes and sweats on a regular basis. That's not normal, even for my age.
I love my jeans and my sweats-I’m really just a tomboy at heart. So it’s really hard for me to be like Kim Kardashian and be makeup-and hair-ready every time I go out of my house. I’m not a believer in that, you know? On the other hand, when you do wear those sweats, you’re like, Oh God, I should step it up a notch.
I just want to be in my sweats, walk my dog, watch TV and eat pizza.
I'm a sweats and UGGs girl. Very casual.
Now with tabloids and seeing people walking around in sweats pumping gas you're like, 'Okay, they're just like us. '
Cats on the bandstand, give them each a big hand, anyone who sweats like that must be all right.
In Cree, an oskâpêwis is a servant or a helper, someone who hauls in rocks for sweats, or pipes or medicines. I equate that to leadership. You're a servant or helper of people.
I'm also all about comfort. Just hanging out and wearing jeans or sweats.
Every stone here sweats with suffering, I know that. I have never looked at them without a feeling of anguish. But deep in my heart I know that the most wretched among you have seen a divine face emerge from their darkness. That is the face you are asked to see.
A true champion is one who sweats from exhaustion when no one is watching.
I'm an athlete, so I can dress down with the best of them. I can throw on t-shirts and sweats with the best of them.
Technically he is perfect and he plays so naturally, almost without effort. It's like when Roger Federer plays tennis, he barely sweats.
I'm chillin in my sweats and sneakers and t-shirt. I can do that all day.
In high school I spent most of my time in jeans and T-shirts or Juicy sweats. We're such a laid-back town. I mean, people wore bikinis under their clothes half the time, so you didn't really get dressed up to go to school.
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep. . . wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you. . . . The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her. '
