The Least of Us

The FA nutterbutters are always complaining about the expectations society has on them and such. But who gives a crap about that? What about the expectations you should have for yourselves? I expect to be able to walk up a few flights of stairs without gasping and sweating. I expect to be able to reach my car in the parking lot without nearly having a heart attack. I expect not to need to eat something every 30 minutes to avoid going into (fake) starvation mode.

In the arena, I donโ€™t care a whit about what society thinks. If everyone save me disappeared, Iโ€™d still want to be able to do those things and more. Iโ€™d still keep lifting weights (as long as I could find enough food). Iโ€™d still keep being awesome every day โ€” and so very humble, too, obviously. Society has nothing at all to do with that. Thatโ€™s my commitment to myself and making the best use of the time I have on this planet. Is posting on Instagram about โ€œevery body is beautifulโ€ while obviously being deeply unhappy and eating 6,000 calories a day really fulfilling? Obviously it isnโ€™t or we wouldnโ€™t hear so much guff about it. Happy people donโ€™t need to broadcast about it all the time.

In some ways, I hardly blame them. Society is perfused with propaganda. Most people arenโ€™t that smart and just parrot what they hear and what the environment presents them with. I have no doubt that the FA movement is completely sponsored by food company cash or else it wouldnโ€™t be so prominent. Just not possible.

Self-love needs to be replaced with self-respect and whatever the opposite of self-delusion is.