Let me start out by saying that nothing (and I do mean NOTHING) is what it appears to be in Los Angeles. When people move here, most of them get so caught up in body image and what you’re SUPPOSED to look like. But, that’s only because the city pushes advertisements for changing your appearance. I swear to god, if I see that “1-800-Get-Thin” commercial one more time…(Shaking my fist). Everyone that flies into LAX are greeted in an interesting way. They are subjected to billboards upon billboards of advertisements for lap bands, weight loss diets, plastic surgery, and lawyers. So basically, we’re telling visitors, “Welcome to LA! Only pretty people live here. And, if you’re not…here’s how we can help your ugly ass!”
There are a lot of beautiful people here. But, I’ll let you in on a little secret…MOST of them are really fucked up. They’re either assholes or have some psychological issues. To come across a really beautiful person who is beautiful on the inside as well, is rare. You’d probably have a better chance of finding Nemo. And, I have to admit, I got caught up in all of that. Santa Monica boulevard in West Hollywood felt more like a runway than just a street. I felt like I was being judged all the time. Gay men can be vicious bitches! Lol. I even joined a gym (which I hated) to fit in and get my body the way it was supposed to look. I became one of those fucked up people. I did it for the wrong reasons and I still felt shitty about myself, despite my tight body. But, I was in my twenties and I wanted to “fit in”. It was work, gym, depriving myself of foods I loved, flashy clothes, and being sassy to everyone. Well, that’s just stupid. I guess you don’t have to be happy with yourself to tolerate this city. But, it sure does help.
With all of that being said, I do like Los Angeles. I just see things differently, I think. I don’t care what people think of my clothes or my body anymore. Because I’m happy with my self image. I think if you deprive yourself of the things you love, you’re setting yourself up for failure. My yoga teacher said to me, “There has to be balance in all aspect of your life. For instance, you can eat what you want, in moderation. And, since you’re doing some sort of physical activity, you’re toning your body.” I’m not a “no carbs, only veggies and water” kind of a guy. I love bread, cheese (I’ll fuck up cheese), chocolate, and red wine. I think most yogis understand this balancing act. We work hard on the mat, so we can enjoy the foods we love. Therefore, we’re happy all around. Toned and happy is sexier than ripped and unhappy.
So, do I need ripped abs? Nah, I’d rather have wine and chocolate.
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