strongchick
Well-known member
My co-worker just literally dragged me out in the streets to party.
I ate fried octopus....I haven't had fried food in 9 months. Will I have to pay?
We went to the clubs. Not that they are the hallmark of anything, really. Just not a place that is kind to a 33 year old has-been. Ha!
They didn't even know I'm over the hill. The skinny girls didn't know what hit them. Muscle chicks like me have a real advantage....we are strange...different. We are beautiful. I got phone numbers thrown at me....please call me they said....girls and guys. After a four year relationship ended...I so needed that.
I thank God I'm beautiful...not beautiful in a vain kind of way....beautiful in a "i've worked hard and earned it" way. I'm beautiful because I love me enough not to let myself wither. I love me enough to be me.
Thank you all so much. To those of you just starting....your abilities and beauty will be exposed eventually, and you will be rewarded. Not just the superficial bar crap....but the real deal...health, self-confidence, and just plain being comfortable with yourself. I hate to admit that I need people...but I do. The muscles bring them to me in a way I just don't know how.
Thank you....thank you God...and thank you to all the muscle athletes that laid the path.
This weight lifting and muscle thing has brought me out of a real life threatening depression. I have no idea how to say in a worldly way how grateful I am without sounding really corny.
But spiritually....the gym...the sweat...the exertion...has allowed me to speak directly to the deity that I know is listening.
That's why muscle.
Give me an affirmative, if you feel the same.
Thank you.
P.S. Don't read this thread without responding...don't let me twist in the wind. I know you feel the same.
I ate fried octopus....I haven't had fried food in 9 months. Will I have to pay?
We went to the clubs. Not that they are the hallmark of anything, really. Just not a place that is kind to a 33 year old has-been. Ha!
They didn't even know I'm over the hill. The skinny girls didn't know what hit them. Muscle chicks like me have a real advantage....we are strange...different. We are beautiful. I got phone numbers thrown at me....please call me they said....girls and guys. After a four year relationship ended...I so needed that.
I thank God I'm beautiful...not beautiful in a vain kind of way....beautiful in a "i've worked hard and earned it" way. I'm beautiful because I love me enough not to let myself wither. I love me enough to be me.
Thank you all so much. To those of you just starting....your abilities and beauty will be exposed eventually, and you will be rewarded. Not just the superficial bar crap....but the real deal...health, self-confidence, and just plain being comfortable with yourself. I hate to admit that I need people...but I do. The muscles bring them to me in a way I just don't know how.
Thank you....thank you God...and thank you to all the muscle athletes that laid the path.
This weight lifting and muscle thing has brought me out of a real life threatening depression. I have no idea how to say in a worldly way how grateful I am without sounding really corny.
But spiritually....the gym...the sweat...the exertion...has allowed me to speak directly to the deity that I know is listening.
That's why muscle.
Give me an affirmative, if you feel the same.
Thank you.
P.S. Don't read this thread without responding...don't let me twist in the wind. I know you feel the same.