Sometimes I wish i was a guy...
Let me preface this entry with two things.
#1. I am generalizing.. not categorizing... ok? So please... not alot of flack....
#2. I've had a bad day... body issue wise..
Guys (it seems) don't ever have body issues. From day 1, they are comfortable in their skin. Why is that?
Today was a day where I wish I could have been born with a set of kahunas instead of tatas..
I cried about my body.
Having gone from 300 to 150; back up to 190 and now back down to 157.5 (officially now)... my skin has been thru the gauntlet.
It never "shrank" down with me the first time i lost weight. All of it stuck around and now just hangs there and reminds me of how big i used to be.
I have flabby, bat-wing arms.
I have flabby thighs.
I have a flabby a$$.
I have a ginormous amount of flab between what's left of my boobs and the cho-cha area...
Plus I have more rolls than Pillsbury.
It looks like melted candle wax. It looks like the rolls of a sharpei dog. It looks disgusting
And now.. on top of everything else... pre-surgery at least all the flab was symmetrical.
Since surgery... i can add lop-sided to the ab area.. great
So... it's days like this one i question why i even bother going to the gym.
I question why i keep trying..
The progress i've made is unseen. It's hiding behind the ugly.
I feel it.. I know it's there. I have a nice set of abs... (which prolly used to be a 6-pak, but since they've been shaved are down to a 5.5 set)
I have some nice shoulders. I have nice tris and bis and I even have nice quads and calves...
but noone can freakin see the progress i've made... or at least I feel this way..
so.. today i want to be just a guy... who doesn't mind his potbelly and who's accepted for who he is and not his looks...
because the girl...is tired of the tears and feeling like she looks like a freak.
there..
transparency at its truest form and basest level.