Fitness royalty Sommer Ray entered a gym, took a selfie, and inadvertently set the entire internet ablaze once again.
The mega-influencer arrived looking sleek in a white cropped top, small grey shorts, and a pair of oversized headphones that shouted, “Do not approach me, I’m in demon mode.” Amid the utilization of free weights and fluorescent lighting, Sommer offered a gym selfie so deadly that Instagram couldn’t help but go haywire the moment they saw it.
And as Sommer took the internet by storm, so did the internet’s reaction.
Here is the chaos, hilarity, and thirst incoming via social media:
The timeline immediately lost its mind.
It started with an initial response that was quick, strong, and accurate, which was ‘NBA-caliber.’
“This is Miami Heat LeBron.”
Translation: Sommer Ray is in the prime era of her life. She is now in MVP season. She doesn’t let anything stop her. She may even be averaging triple-doubles in gym thirst traps.
Then the loud screaming commenced.
“How can someone be this damn hot?”
The world may never know. Scientists have attempted, therapists have tried, and even gym memberships have sought to achieve this feat.
Of course, someone had to make it about themselves:
“Perfect body for perfect girls, they say, and I just by chance have the same type of body.”
The confidence. The delusion. The manifestation. We support it.
Longevity was another big issue:
“Sommer has been slaying for like 10 years at this point, damn.”
A period of dominance. It takes most influencers three days to burn out. Sommer is the internet’s perpetual gobstopper.
The Internet Hailed Sommer Ray as the Queen
One guy really put their all into the selfie:
“Literally the LeBron of Internet Women.”
A claim so bold, so daring, that it could move the earth’s tectonic plates by mere influence alone. We are talking championship rings and MVP trophies, a highlight tape, and a tenth consecutive season of cardio dominance. Appropriately, given the comparison to LeBron, the Miami Heat’s LeBron just minutes before.
The timeline: devoted to a theme, to say the least.
“Gym Girls Everywhere Stand United.”
Every gym-going person with WiFi access joined to offer their opinions, to defend their queen:
“Gym girls are the best.”
They declared this proudly, with passion, as if they were preparing to wage a protein shake-based war even as we speak.
Another fan just appreciated her longevity: “She was a fixture.”
“Who else is moving like this in year 10?”
It is a valid question nonetheless. Very few, thankfully. Perhaps just cockroaches, Cher, and Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson.
And then there was that comment.
Because the internet will never allow everyone to have fun:
‘Forgot this chick existed.’
Ah yes. The classic hate speech, attempting to appear flippant yet fighting the apparent desire to gaze. Every good tale of resilience has a nemesis.
