The pressure to match unrealistic physical standards is damaging for all genders, as so effectively illustrated in today’s reblog.
“Well, you see… I was benching 300 pounds and felt something give in my right shoulder. It’s been hurting ever since.”
“How long ago was this?”
“Um.” He searched his memory. “Three months ago? Maybe longer.” He shrugged, then winced.
“Why the hell are you benching 300 pounds?”
Did he really do that? Or was he maybe exaggerating just a smidge?
I mashed around on his shoulder, bringing on another wince, and walked him through some range of motion exercises to evaluate the joint further. This was his sixth injury from lifting in past 24 months. I had already told him he needed to back off a bit.
“I need to gain weight. I need more muscle.”
He came from a long line of average height, thinly built people. He had already put on 25 pounds of muscle since the last time I saw him. Much more was going to…
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