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I was feeling great about my body, until I read this thread and began to feel vain. What's worse, my looks and muscles and super-metabolism are apparently going to disappear realtively soon, hidden under a layer of insulating fat or wrinkles or whatever. Well fuck it. At least I had some fun looking lovely when I had the chance.
I have muscles, although they are mostly just for show. My frame is too slight to have a decent amount of real mass (no matter how much I work out, I'm never over 150 lbs., and I'm six feet tall) so I just shape what's there into pleasing forms. None of it's very useful...I mean, what good are washboard abs, right? I can't even move furniture with 'em. It's all ornamental. The only useful muscle development is in regard to balance, which doesn't really show much on the surface, and in my forearms and fingers 'cause of music.
And I've got good hair, strong teeth and bones, some cool scars, etc...but all that's vanity too, I guess. Its all gonna disappear at some point anyway. Even the hair, which I've been so proud of...(sob) Stupid genetics. I'm totally banking on a future cure that doesn't involve taking hair from my ass and putting it on my head, which is really gross, even if it works.
So yeah, I feel great about my body. Which is only going to make it worse when it goes to shit because I can't stop smoking and eating whatever the hell I want. Fortunately, I only started feeling confident about it roughly four or five years ago, and since then I've realized you can feel confident about a bunch of things regardless of how you look. Besides, a little discipline can keep things in basic shape if it's really that important. And I also realized if someone or something makes you feel ugly, it's okay to think "Well, they're fucking dumb, and probably crazy, so who cares". |
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