Brad Pitt is a beautiful man.
I'm a male, I'm straight, and I don't mind
admitting that Brad's body, especially in "Fight Club
" is an impressive sight. Same with
D'Angelo, in that powerful, sexual "Untitled" video; he's a put-together dude, and
there's no reason to deny it.
But while I'm cool with thinking those guys are fine, I'm bothered by my occasional
inability to see them,
magazine, or any Soloflex commercial, without
honestly believing that unless I have three percent body fat, a hairless torso and
washboard abs, I'm a sorry human being.
I spent the week after watching "Fight Club" counting calories like Sarah Ferguson; if I
catch "Untitled" on
before heading to work in the morning, I usually skip
breakfast and double that day's workout.
After a long time believing I run, lift, bike, hike and try to "eat right" in the interest of
being fit, I've realized my motivations are more superficial than healthy. Instead of
seeking true mental and physical fitness, I worry about appearances—about what I'm
convinced I should look like, based on magazines, movies and MTV.
I go through streaks of avoiding certain foods not because they taste bad or otherwise
disagree with me, but because I'll feel guilty after eating them.
..like getting freaky with
Little Debbie or Sara Lee is something I should be ashamed of.
The thing is, I'm actually in pretty decent shape—about 6' 2", 200 pounds, and relatively