Sherri. 22. Victoria, Australia. Almost a teacher. I joined a gym in January 2011 and life has become an incredible adventure in learning what my body can achieve. I always wanted to be skinny, dainty and thin. Now I want to be strong and have muscles. I want to move mountains and achieve incredible things. I want to be happy being me.
Squats 2 x 90kg/198lbs 1 x 100kg/220lbs
Front Squats 4 x 40kg/ 88lbs
Dead Lift 2 x 105kg/ 231lbs
Bench 8 x 37.5kg/ 82lbs
Clean and Press 1 x 40/ 88lbs
Leg Press 8 x 160kg/ 352lbs
When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.
Life is really, really short - don’t waste a minute carrying shame or regret. Just do the best you can, apologize when you mess up, and forgive other people when they make mistakes. Everybody does, after all.
The problem, often not discovered until late in life, is that when you look for things in life like love, meaning, motivation, it implies they are sitting behind a tree or under a rock. The most successful people in life recognize, that in life they create their own love, they manufacture their own meaning, they generate their own motivation. For me, I am driven by two main philosophies, know more today about the world than I knew yesterday. And lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you.
I hope you meet someone who wants to experience you and not just see you by their eyes. Someone who doesn’t only want to have sex with you but moves their fingers over your body like trying to find a city on a world map and mark their favourite destinations. Someone who wants to experience you like a masterpiece. whenever we observe a masterpiece we get the urge to touch it and most of the time we do, involuntarily, because it’s so perfect that we not only want to see it with our eyes and forget it’s details later on because I read somewhere that every time you recall a memory your brain edits it bit by bit so we long to experience it so that each part which contributes to it’s perfection stays with us afterall how scary it would be to forget how perfect you felt. So I hope someone experiences you like a summer breeze stroking your hair, like the warmth of bonfire on a chilly winter night, like the taste of that traditional homemade dish by a mother for her children who’s taste forever lingers in their mouth. I hope you find someone who justifies in treating you like the perfect art you are.