Hi Lou- saw your Anti-Gym post while I was doing some Anti-Gym research and thought this might be of interest....This Man Thinks You're Fat
It’s kind of interesting. The journalist, despite all evidence to contrary, seems to be hell-bent (integrity or some such nonsense) on not calling out Michael Karolchyk, the feeble mind behind the Anti-Gym and all its disgusting misogyny, for being the world’s biggest fuck. His own mother calls him a liar. Not that the article is… flattering, but still. A spade is a spade, my friend. We need not empathize with this man and his plight of douchebagery. Yes. Life is hard. And long. And probably lonely and pointless if you're Michael Karolchyk.
With people like Michael who preach perfection as skinny with long legs and huge breasts, it’s no wonder we can’t drown out all the noise and accept and love our bodies. Perfection is not something to aspire to. Perfection is a disease.
Will we ever be OK?