Memoir Short: That One Time my Beard Saved my Life
It’s just that the one part that made it all so impressive was a lie
CW: disordered eating, medical treatment, family and intimate partner abuse, domestic violence.
TW: graphic images depicted facial injury.
I don’t talk about my fit gym boy years that often anymore.
Not because they don’t exist. They happened. I spent fifteen or so years boosting my previously non-existent testosterone and training my ass off in the gym.
They’re real. It’s just that a lot happened over the last few years, and it doesn’t take much to shift your perspective.
I only ever performed mock meets, but I pseudo-qualified as a Class 1 lifter with a powerlifting total of 1150lbs (NO REP!) at a bodyweight of 180-ish pounds.
I didn’t get there alone. No one ever does.
It’s just that the one part of it that made it all so impressive, was a lie.