Fitness

The job of a personal trainer is to help people get the body they want. "Cut off the unessential" as Michelangelo said. To tell a skinny naive-eyed freshperson with golden ringlets about squatting, and then in a month or two watch her being delighted with her reflection showing off perky butt in tights. Tell a Rubenesque woman, a housewife in her 40s, of proteins, fats, and carbohydrates, strength training as well. Former emotional eater, a plump middle-aged lady, she turns into a saucy beauty, her husband once fell in love with.

      Don't get me wrong, I'm cool with body-positive. What's the matter with a person striving for perfection? Perfection is individual, and in my case, people find it in a healthy body.

      Guys flex their biceps in front of girls as if roosters shake their hoods in front of layers. Hotties are eager of attracting the hardlegs with overpowering curves as neat waist, tempting butt cheeks, and seductive breasts. Nobody's canceled the primal drives yet.