Ashamed of my Body

All so convinced that you’re following your heart, cause your mind don’t control what it does sometimes. We all have our nights though, don’t be so ashamed, I’ve had mine, you’ve had yours, we both know, we know.

You hate being alone, you ain’t the only one. you hate the fact that you bought the dream, and they sold you one. 

Darake Ft. Rihanna – Take Care 

His body is the body of an underwear model, his teeth are bright like the guy on TV trying to convince you that buying this tooth paste or that teeth brush will get you laid, his face is structured like the statues of Greek gods. He is a perfection in every physical aspect. His tattoos are designed perfectly to showcase his physic, his heart is shrinking under the pressure of all these muscles he is building layers above layers on his chest. 

And he added me on Facebook. 


It was puzzling for me, honestly, as I sat there trying to understand the reason why someone like him add me to Facebook: I wasn’t going to accept his friend’s request, as I never add people I don’t know to Facebook, but I was puzzled with the reason of why someone like this guy would add me to Facebook: It wasn’t the smart comments I made on a mutual friend’s post which made him add me, as his comments assured me that he has the brains of a woodpecker, so, it wasn’t for the pleasure of deep and intelligent chats that would explore the universe and its mysteries. It wasn’t for my good looks either, I’m, at most, cute, and I have been abusing my own body with fatty food and stressful smoking for years now. If it wasn’t for my eyes, which everyone claims to be pretty, and my well studied demeanor, I don’t think I’d ever get laid in the first place. 

I deleted his friend’s request, finally, after I came to a conclusion that I was satisfied with: I noticed that every single picture of him, posing in a way that always shows his humanly impossible biceps or his perfect six abs, got 100s of likes from his friends; he has 100s of friends who are all sexual charged, just like him, and he has been collecting more gay men to left his low self-esteem up high with every like they click under his topless photos. 

I tried to put this story behind me, but I was still puzzled with it for another hour or two, I wasn’t puzzled by the reasoning (if any) behind this guy’s friend’s request. I was puzzled now with the reason why I was extremely surprised for getting the friend’s request in the first place. 

I am ashamed of my own body, that’s for sure. I hate the gym, I just can’t stand the gym, and I’d rather be online surfing Wikipedia for some historical event that no one else in the world cares about other than me and the guy who wrote the Wikipedia page, than to go to the gym, work out for hours, and be happy my biceps are bigger by an inch, which will disappear anyways if I did not work out tomorrow, and the day after and the day after that, and the day after that. 

I should be satisfied with my body, I mean, I’m slim in a healthy way, I have a belly, but it’s more of a pump on the road rather than a gigantic tummy that people we’d think I’m hosting an alien baby in there. I’m tall, but not too tall, and my body hair is strategically located in the right areas to make me look fabulous. 

Yet, I feel horrible whenever I get naked, alone in the shower, in bed with my boyfriend, as I’m changing my clothes to go out in the morning and walk the dog. I feel horrible when I’m walking in a gay bar here in Beirut to find that everyone has a body that, in my head, looks better than mine, that every t-shirt they wear would fit right around their biceps, and hug their six abs perfectly, while my t-shirts are loose around my body. I blame myself for not working out, not spending a lot of money on a gym that I’d force myself to go to, and I’d still have the same anxieties regardless of how many cardio classes I attend or how much weight I can carry with one arm. 

In my head, I blame the media, every single aspect of the media is imprinting expectations on the images of male and female bodies. Magazines, TV shows, advertisements, porn movies, even waiters in high class cafes, even the people who are indirectly pressuring me to conform to this image when they conform to it themselves, making me the odd one out. 

I know, logically, that I’m fine, I’m a good looking man in his late 20s who still has the world ahead of him, but in my heart, I feel bad, horrible even, every time I see a man who conformed to these expectations and managed to “get there”. Why is it too hard to accept all kinds of people, of all colors and shapes and sexual preference? 

Everyone is selling and I’m buying it regardless of how my brains are trying to force me not to: Underwear models are perfect, porn stars are perfect, guys in the street are perfect, I don’t look at them anymore to enjoy a glance of the male body beauty, but rather to feel bad about my own body. I am ashamed of my body, and I want to change it, but I don’t want to spend my money on a gym I’ll feel forced to attended, I want to look like that guy on Facebook, but I don’t want to be him. I don’t know what to do, I honestly don’t. 


8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Prince Laila
    Apr 25, 2013 @ 06:49:16

    It is funny how we compare our bodies to models. I mean it’s good to look like a model, it is good to have a body that is as awesome as this guy or girl, but again, what’s not good is to compare ourselves to others in order to measure ourselves, whether we are good looking or not. I don’t have the perfect body either, but again what is perfect?!! and who set the criterion?! that is my questions for years. what’s important is to be perfect in our own mind. My friend, I do believe you are such a handsome man!


  2. rebecca2000
    Apr 25, 2013 @ 07:30:20

    Funny, I look at that photo and I see a handsome guy I can’t relate to in the least bit. He is pretty, yes. Would I want to be with him? Do I desire him? No. The truth is no matter sexual identity, we want to be with someone we can relate to. We want someone human who can relax at a party and not worry about the amount of carbs are in the chips. We want someone that embraces life. I am sure you’re perfect as you.


  3. MJ
    Apr 25, 2013 @ 09:02:51

    If this makes you feel any better, you are not alone. I can relate as a girl to your struggle with body image. I think what is really going on with you is you are trying to make a whole shift to the other extreme: from someone who hates the gym to someone who SHOULD attend it. Try a different perspective, sit down with yourself, ask yourself honestly : can I afford living this lifestyle? Can I afford always feeling dissatisfied about my body? They key is not changing, but rather taking a decision to make a 30 min walk or stroll or a gym part of your life. Don’t change your life, don’t feel you are forced to look a “certain way”. give yourself a break and look at things with fresh eyes. I wanted to share this from my personal experience as a girl who lives this struggle. Stop beating yourself and smile!


  4. aguywithoutboxers
    Apr 25, 2013 @ 11:15:33

    One important thing to remember: even models, stellar athletes and any other media sensation has physical imperfections. We all do. No one person is satisfied with their body image (why else are they always in the gym?). Body shame is the goal of all the marketing hype industry. Trap people into the closet of shame and sell them enormous amounts of “cures.” Get naked, look at yourself in the mirror and identify your physical attributes that make you proud. Keep those aspects in mind. Be proud of who you are. Easier said than done, I know. But it is a step forward. Hate the gym? Fine. There are exercises that you can routinely do (start with walking) that can tone your body. Accept yourself and love yourself! A very honest post, my gay brother. Good luck and remember, recognition of body shame is the half-way point of overcoming the problem. You’re almost there! 🙂


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  6. rawi sharaf
    May 06, 2013 @ 00:02:02

    when you started describing ur self it felt like u were describing me… there is nothing wrong with u that’s what i keep telling my self 🙂 and the guy who added u is fake (regardless of the fact that, that is a fake photo of a model called Lincoln Pablo) and come to think of it half the gay men in Lebanon are fake ! inside out ! shallow and looking for a quick fuck to booost their ego or to have a story to share with their “buddies ” the next day.. its sad really\.


  7. DannySays
    May 06, 2013 @ 06:03:23

    Hey everyone, thanks for the support, I really appreciate it.
    @Rawi, I’m aware this is a photo of Lincoln Pablo, The guy who added me has his real photos, and I respected his privacy and didn’t want to do a free ad for him about how good looking he is on my blog, so I picked a photo of a hot model. 🙂

    Thanks again for everyone.


  8. witchylisa
    May 30, 2013 @ 13:25:29

    Late but meh.
    We’ve all seen your coming out pic and Facebook (and perhaps a quick Google search).
    We all know your pretty so stop trashing yourself and stop comparing yourself to bunnies 🙂


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