I read another bs article about how to get ‘long and lean’ muscles the other day and just sighed. The length of your muscles depends on the length of your limbs, there’s no way you can make your muscles ‘longer’ than they are.
But even if you could – what is the point?? I think the point of muscles is to be strong. To allow you to do things that are fun – lift things, do pull ups, do handstands, etc. etc. etc. How they LOOK like to some fashion/fitness police means absolutely nothing when it comes to the quality of your life.
Or at least it shouldn’t.
I see way too many young women chase some ‘perfect’ body. Somehow the world has convinced women that if they look a certain way, like have those “long and lean arms”, they will be happy.
It’s crazy, isn’t it?
Perfection doesn’t exist. We are all different and we are MEANT to be different. That ‘perfection’ we so often chase has nothing to do with our happiness.
At least I have figured it out by now (I’m old and wise by now ;) that my happiness comes from what I can DO and not from my body measurements.
Anyway, just a thought for the weekend :)
So go out and do what you love and just enjoy the very functional body that you have.
These ponderings were partly “inspired” by my husband breaking his elbow and arm on Tuesday night. When a body part breaks, the reality of what really matters whacks you straight in the middle of your two little eyes – what matters is what you body can DO, not your thigh gap or six-pack or big butt or lean arms…
This is what my husband’s arm looked like last night. It took the ambulance 90 minutes to arrive, to Regent’s Park. His colleagues & softball team members thought he was moaning for nothing, “How do you KNOW it’s broken?” He knew… Accidents happen though & he’s all patched up now & counting his blessings. There are always blessings to count if what’s wrong with you is fixable & will heal.