I don’t think we or should I say I ever reach my final goal. Trying to explain the vision I have as a female of how muscle looks to me on a woman’s physique is impossible. No matter what vocabulary I choose or how I phrase things, most people don’t understand. It’s just not about vanity and that becomes hard to explain. It is like a living work of art and that is about the best way to put it. Naked for instance… now this is without sexual reference and to fully understand, one must not think in that direction… the female physique when muscular and carved to perfection to me is an incredible display of beauty. And I don’t mean freaky huge when I talk about muscle developement. I respect any female that loves bodybuilding as much as I do myself but that look was never for me. I think if more women pushed the envelope naturally without drug enhancement there would be a better respect for this art and sport. It has taken me over 2 years to even begin to fully grasp how with proper diet and training a female can add great quantities of muscle and baffle even her ownself while doing so. On most days I forget how far I’ve come and even forget why I do this "bodybuilding" thing to myself. And then it happens… If you are wondering what it is that happens I will tell you. You walk into the gym not b/c somebody is giving something away, or you are paid to be there but without hesitation b/c it is just what you do. It is your habit. Your flow. Just like eating and sleeping to survive. You go to train b/c that is a natural part of your day. And as you go, forgetting why it became your life in the first place… oh and at this point you may be even feeling yucky that day. Flat perhaps? Retaining water? Or maybe even fat? And you walk over to a cable machine or bench or whatever you want to use, not even realizing that 3 men just hurried up and finished there set simply b/c it seems you might want the equipment they are using… and they move for you. And as you work out next to a woman who is the replica of Pamela Anderson, who you assume all the men are staring at, some random male stranger approaches you and says, "I’m sorry to bother you but I can’t help but wonder if you play a sport? I have never seen a woman that looks like you. You’re arms are bigger than mine". And on the way out I remember why I’m there. I become a leader for women and not a follower. I am of the minority. And I am proud. I am a female bodybuilder.
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