He leaned back over the bar and lifted his glass to his mouth. The cool ice pressing lightly against his lips. The liquid in the cup was a warm auburn, and he never let it pass the seal of jaw. It remained perpetually full through the whole night. In his hunched over position, the man just stared blankly into it. It could have sprouted legs and he would barely even have shown any notice. He was far to focused on the people behind him. They moved about in the hustle and bustle of the bar’s lantern lite floors. Girls giggling and squealing. Men boasting and shouting out senseless words in a drunken stupor. Gross acts happening no matter where a person looked. Appalling, and yet, he was one in the same. He still sat in the same bar, and he was still man.
I am actually sick and tired of this illusion that men don’t have it as bad as women when it comes to body shape! We have just as much peer and media pressure as women! It kills me inside every day to have to look at one of my role models and know that no matter what I do I could never look as good as them, and that’s just based on my build, not including how much fat I have. It drives me insane when someone brings up the whole Wonder Women thing; how she and other portrayals of what a women “should” look like are far too unrealistic. Yet no one ever brings up the fact that superman has a puffed out chest so ripped it stops bullets, or how batman has abs literally padded into his suit, and then on the flip side of things the only fat or chunky characters in anything are used as a joke. They get super powers like bouncing, or being so fat things don’t hurt. I am clearly acknowledging that there is a problem, so no one should miss interpret that, but people need to realize that this problem is equal, to both genders.