There he goes, bag over his shoulder as if he is carrying the weight of the world
Contemplating whether something this heavy should be bench pressed or curled
Each step towards this place fills his body with a unique sense of being
As if every muscle in his body knows what he is going to be doing
He stands in front of the door, mentally preparing himself for what’s to come
He needs his energy to be up or else none of the exercises can be done
…
Society told him how he needs to look and feel
Society restricts his perception and convinced him lies are real
Images of a body that is deemed desirable are flung in front him
Day in and day out, everywhere he goes, a vicious cycle he wears as a ring
Because that’s his motivation and drive
A 6 pack, arms like steel and a chest that dances as if it were alive
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He knows it goes step by step, so he takes it one day at a time
Following a regime that he hasn’t realized has consumed his mind
His diet keeps him slim and reinforces the idea that he looks good
The fact that he feels dizzy at times has become a phenomena that’s considered good
Because that means the diet and exercise are working
No pain no gain, drink some supplements and back to running
…
This image of beauty he is chasing is destroying him
To the point where looking sexy is actually an unhealthy thing
Depriving your body of food so you can stay a size you have no business being in
Hurting yourself over and over, under the guise that you love exercising
Since when has pain become the way to feel good?
Since when has become eating nothing, been right?
A car doesn’t move because of its body but what’s under the hood
And soon your engine will stall, if you keep making its need for gas a fight
…
He stands in front of the mirror in the gym with his shirt off
His muscles flexed, his stomach tightened to seem hard
Both arms up to show his biceps but still something seems off
For some he has already reached where he needs to be
But all he can see is fat, and the parts which still feel soft
He is lost in a concept given to him by a media that wants to sell products
Spiralling down into a dark place where disorders are the norm
But to him his sweat is the key that he is doing something worth living for
