I need a shoulder to cry on

Today I experienced several instances of brutal swolehate. The first occurred at my local gym, whilst I was pounding out some heavy chest press reps. Another gym-goer approached me during my set and told me that I was lifting too much and my grunts of exertion were both unnecessary and distracting. Shocked at this blatant and public display of hatred, I hung my head and avoided eye contact to prevent my attacker from seeing the pain in my eyes. Not hours later, when I returned home, my brother (a rather skinny rower) began to mock my large quantities of swole by flexing and claiming to be "huge". Brother, I know my muscle size might be intimidating but that does not give you the right to engage in such insulting mockery. I do not call you twiggy or petite nor do I laugh at you while you struggle to bench the bar. Such hatred from one so close to me - I could hardly make it through the day. To make matters worse, this evening I went out to play poker with a bunch of my buds. I informed one of them (a young woman) that I would be running late because I had to finish my workout. She asked why I worked out so much. My simple and logical response - to improve upon the swole. She responded with one of the worst one word texts I have ever has the misfortune of receiving - Gross. Gross? My swole is not "gross", it is an aspect of myself to which I dedicate both time and attention. I am sorry that I do not fit into your imagined world of homogeneous un-swole people. A person's a person no matter how swole or un-swole. I don't deserve your hatred. No one deserves such cruelty. I apologize, my swole brethren for the length of my post, but there is much that I needed to release. Thanks for listening.