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self comparison.
I play a daunting sport. People don’t realize how physical the game of basketball is. Whenever I’m out there it’s hard to only focus on what I can do. why is this skinny guy over here jumping so high? ooh, this defender is bigger? oh wait he can actually shoot? chill. Honestly, this kinda gives me a chip on my shoulder making me focus a little on not making too many bad decisions. yeah, I know am so good now. I don’t have bad games but erratic on-court decision-making cost my previous teams a game or two.
body dysmorphia
Oh boy, my social media feed is drowning in endless waves of fitness content! It’s like a never-ending stream of gym rats flexing their muscles and flaunting their abs. But hey, I’m on a mission to push my physical limits, even if it means enduring the pressure of calculating every single calorie I consume. The fear of losing my hard-earned gains keeps me up at night, tossing and turning in my protein-infused dreams. Let’s not forget that fitness has become my saving grace, my secret weapon against the chaos of life. These few epic achievements in my fitness journey are the glue that holds my emotional well-being intact. So, bring on the fitness frenzy and watch me conquer it all!
expectations…
I learned not to have expectations so high. But in the small bars and pubs that I sometimes visit for drinks, I have met people and many of the older individuals keep telling me, you can accomplish anything you desire, it’s all within your reach. Enjoy your youth, someone else said. Well, it’s probably just the intoxicated person being generous, but I must say, the most valuable advice I’ve been receiving recently is from people who won’t even remember it the next day. I constantly wonder, will people talk of my name as a success story, or will I be the one halfway sober, talking to a bunch of innocent kids about the troubles of life.
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