Sometimes I wish i was a guy...
Let me preface this entry with two things.  
#1.  I am generalizing.. not categorizing... ok?  So please... not alot of flack....
#2.  I've had a bad day... body issue wise.. 
Guys (it seems) don't ever have body issues.  From day 1, they are comfortable in their skin.  Why is that?  
Today was a day where I wish I could have been born with a set of kahunas instead of tatas..
I cried about my body.  
Having gone from 300 to 150; back up to 190 and now back down to 157.5 (officially now)... my skin has been thru the gauntlet.
It never "shrank" down with me the first time i lost weight.  All of it stuck around and now just hangs there and reminds me of how big i used to be.  
I have flabby, bat-wing arms.  
I have flabby thighs.  
I have a flabby a$$.  
I have a ginormous amount of flab between what's left of my boobs and the cho-cha area...
Plus I have more rolls than Pillsbury.
It looks like melted candle wax.  It looks like the rolls of a sharpei dog.  It looks disgusting 
And now.. on top of everything else... pre-surgery at least all the flab was symmetrical.
Since surgery... i can add lop-sided to the ab area.. great 
So... it's days like this one i question why i even bother going to the gym.  
I question why i keep trying..
The progress i've made is unseen.  It's hiding behind the ugly.  
I feel it.. I know it's there.  I have a nice set of abs... (which prolly used to be a 6-pak, but since they've been shaved are down to a 5.5 set)
I have some nice shoulders.  I have nice tris and bis and I even have nice quads and calves...
but noone can freakin see the progress i've made... or at least I feel this way..
so.. today i want to be just a guy... who doesn't mind his potbelly and who's accepted for who he is and not his looks...
because the girl...is tired of the tears and feeling like she looks like a freak.
there..   
transparency at its truest form and basest level.