Circling Again
I’m trying to write about why I feel so protective of my bodybuilding goals, why I keep them under wraps. And once again I am right here:
For so long the path to my ambitions was through a landscape that was off limits. The mythology of my youth dictated only real boys were entitled to pursue athletics. Though I am authenticity male on the surface, trauma and situation conspired to convince me I wasn’t. My male facade was the mask of an imposter. You didn’t need to scratch very deep to discover my shame. And it was shame that generated this chasm.
It's the assault on the playground when I was 5 that cemented this crap into place. It exiled me from my gender. It's the thing I battle all the time. Everything loops back to it.
Well I am breaking free. For all to see here are my goals:
I want to manifest beauty, exude muscular grace. I strive to embody a notion of the ideal.
And I am openly working towards that. Today in the Y a guy came over and suggested I should join a serious gym "where they throw tires around" because my workouts are that intense! He also said I was beautiful.
I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that my father would be proud of me.
Yes I am circling back, and each time I let that little kid breath. I don't know if I'll ever be free, it will always have happened. I just want to snap the chains.
For so long the path to my ambitions was through a landscape that was off limits. The mythology of my youth dictated only real boys were entitled to pursue athletics. Though I am authenticity male on the surface, trauma and situation conspired to convince me I wasn’t. My male facade was the mask of an imposter. You didn’t need to scratch very deep to discover my shame. And it was shame that generated this chasm.
It's the assault on the playground when I was 5 that cemented this crap into place. It exiled me from my gender. It's the thing I battle all the time. Everything loops back to it.
Well I am breaking free. For all to see here are my goals:
I want to manifest beauty, exude muscular grace. I strive to embody a notion of the ideal.
And I am openly working towards that. Today in the Y a guy came over and suggested I should join a serious gym "where they throw tires around" because my workouts are that intense! He also said I was beautiful.
I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that my father would be proud of me.
Yes I am circling back, and each time I let that little kid breath. I don't know if I'll ever be free, it will always have happened. I just want to snap the chains.




