cawiau’s BodyBlog

I think it is all my fault, I did not put the fear in you! You are not afraid that I may crushed you, kick you, take a baseball bat and whoop your rectangle behind!

You cannot lie to me once? Not once? I mean, no need to say I am a 10 and the sexiest man alive…just a you look good will do! And darn it, it is a conspiracy going on…all of you playing the same game! You had a convention and decided that this year is the year to drive me nuts!

Imperfection here and there, little extra fat there…those man boobs, will they ever become chest?  Damn the arms….can we see some muscle? Quads…ha, you mean fat? I put my imperfections in front of you and you just put me down, no hopes, no encouragement! Damn you are mean!

And when I workout….I look at you! Hoping you would show me that pump…that I am actually doing something worthwile… but na, that would be too much to ask! You are worse than a plastic surgeon hoping to cut, a mother criticizing her kids, the bullies on the playground…because you have no ulterior motives, you are blunt, honest and take no prisoners!

But mirror mirror on the wall, just once I am begging you…be a liar!

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