CANADIAN PHYSIQUE ALLIANCE AUGUST || ISSUE 37 | Page 47

WHEN THINGS
FALL APART
Things really fell apart for me after my last
bodybuilding competition in 2012. Looking
back I can see I was hanging on by a thread
most of the time. I guess it was time for it to
give and for me to rebuild. It certainly gave
and rebuilding has been stretched out far
longer than I wanted.
Everyone has a before and after. That
stagnant one point in time compared to
another single moment. The before being the
sad dumpy body in one respect or another
and the after being the glorified stage shot,
photoshoot, over the shoulder bootie glance
or flex off. Is that really the before and after?
It is rather perpetual. Life continues, so when
is it time to take that after shot? What is really
the before?
Let’s be real, shit can go sideways real fast as
life continues past the after shot, past being
on the stage or past the photoshoot.
Especially with coping mechanisms,
emotional support from food, or depression
making you recluse. I have about half a
dozen or more before and afters. My whole
adolescence and adulthood has evolved
around getting to that after shot. The jig is up
and I am tired of living in a way that makes
me feel like crap in my skin.
"LET’S BE
REAL, SHIT
CAN GO
SIDEWAYS
REAL FAST AS
LIFE
CONTINUES
PAST THE
AFTER SHOT,
PAST BEING ON
THE STAGE OR
PAST THE
PHOTOSHOOT."