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I'm a 20 year old Anthropology student with a modicum of interesting things to say. I'm queer, Latino, and very distrusting of what I have to say. It'd be better if you not listen to what I have to say.

I left the gym early again this morning after discovering the discomfort in my shoulder return with an elusive vigor. And while in the heat of the moment, my dependency on weight-lifting (or the obsessive pursuit of a particular body image embedded in the activity) revealed its centrality to my mental health.  I guess to be more precise, weight-lifting diffuses my natural inclination to spontaneity and establishes order in my routine, as well as helping me mediate a more functional relationship with my body.
But after a few hours of thinking and arranging a doctor’s appointment for this afternoon, I am more willing to replace weight-lifting with running or yoga or some less strenuous exercise. Maybe kickboxing. Something that’ll allow me to explode— with kicks, metals, or whatever. Nonetheless, all of this would be easier if i had a gym buddy or something. (I constantly whine about this).
At least the polo my mom sent me looks okay. but my hair is really oily (since i haven’t showered in like 2 days [ew])

I left the gym early again this morning after discovering the discomfort in my shoulder return with an elusive vigor. And while in the heat of the moment, my dependency on weight-lifting (or the obsessive pursuit of a particular body image embedded in the activity) revealed its centrality to my mental health.  I guess to be more precise, weight-lifting diffuses my natural inclination to spontaneity and establishes order in my routine, as well as helping me mediate a more functional relationship with my body.

But after a few hours of thinking and arranging a doctor’s appointment for this afternoon, I am more willing to replace weight-lifting with running or yoga or some less strenuous exercise. Maybe kickboxing. Something that’ll allow me to explode— with kicks, metals, or whatever. Nonetheless, all of this would be easier if i had a gym buddy or something. (I constantly whine about this).

At least the polo my mom sent me looks okay. but my hair is really oily (since i haven’t showered in like 2 days [ew])

— 11 months ago with 6 notes
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  1. buymepants said: Yay doctor! And are you going for bulking or cutting cuz all those other things will cut. But muay thai is fun, but you need to buy lots of padding.
  2. allowmetointroducemyself said: YOU’RE FINALLY GOING TO THE DOCTOR!
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