This sloth’s idea of “normal” is as charmingly peculiar as a three-toed yoga class. Decked out in a sweatband and a tank top that screams “I’m trying, okay?”, our fuzzy friend is clearly committed to its normalcy workout routine. The tiny dumbbells are an adorable touch—like it’s bench-pressing the weight of its existential crisis, one rep at a time. You have to wonder, though: who decided sloths needed gym memberships? Probably the same person who told them they could be fast if they just believed.

The real comedy here is the contrast. This sloth’s expression is a mix of eager optimism and mild confusion, like someone who just realized they’re holding their water bottle upside down. Relatable? Absolutely. Whether it’s pretending to know what we’re doing at the gym or just trying to fit into society without tripping over our own quirks, this little guy captures the universal struggle of faking it ‘til we make it.