Hey guys,
This is something that I wrote a while back. I hope to inspire some of you on the forum here (esp if your just starting out). Enjoy!
They don’t understand, they never will. I have been called a freak, obsessive, extremist and unhealthy. I have been taunted, disrespected, ignored and ridiculed more often than being met with silence.
If they only knew…
I call my Biceps the Ex….forged after my ex-fiancé fucked another guy. My Triceps….after the cancer that took my fathers life. See these shoulders? They are the remnants of deceit, back stabbing and manipulation.
My body is my temple, and I used the force of pain to cut the rough stones. I eat the same goddamn food because it is the mortar the keeps them together. I endure the lactic acid because I know it’s a sign of weakness leaving my body. In the Iron Temple, there is only one commandment…discipline. The Iron Goddess does not judge, punish or reward. The Iron is always there, praying to be held. The strongest blades are made in the hottest of fires and the rack is my forge. In that forge, I have endured the darkest moments, and gone to the very pits of hell.
For those of you who call me a freak….guess what? I’m not…..I am a bodybuilder….now take your ego and get out of my way. I’m doing what you never could and I’m only warming up.
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