#body weight

it's not much to see, my forearms are still pretty stick-like but Wow it feels great to have a bit of meat on these bones. I've been lifting weights a few months now, still struggle to do pushup no matter what tips and tricks i follow, so i guess I'm just still weak :3

my goal is upper body strength for quadrobic, i can do jumps now and it's no longer hurting to land on the floor.

anyway, I'm also apparently weird about food i just found out. therefore struggle to keep the 50kg. thankfully i love milk, there's a lot we can do with milk !

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Xavier didn't say anything.

But he noticed that they avoided looking at themselves in the mirror, or that they turned the other way while changing out of their clothes as if they had something to hide. Something to be ashamed of.

Against the odds, it broke his heart finding them in bed while outside the sun was still high in the sky. He would always join them under the bedsheets and cuddle them, but... it felt bittersweet like that.

He recognised a pattern, the way this feeling seemed to affect them some certain days and others not so much. But he knew that if they had a family gathering, it was very likely to happen.

He couldn't accompany them. They had told him that they preferred sparing him some family dynamics because their relatives weren't exactly the best.

They did it to protect him from their own relatives but...

He couldn't protect them from their relatives in return.

So he began preparing the apartment for their arrival instead.

He would wash his loose-fit clothes -all of those pieces they seemed to look out for and wear because the fabric didn't cling onto their body and hid their figure- and then he would iron every piece, one at a time.

Leaving his clothes neatly folded atop of the others in his drawer -so it would be easier for them to find them later-, Xavier would prepare the bed after. Fluffing the cushions, smoothening the wrinkles from soft bedsheets, leaving a fuzzy blanket at the foot of the bed -if the season was cold- and adjusting the thermostat to keep an ideal room temperature in the bedroom.

He would wait for their arrival, pretending that he hadn't set everything for their comfort. And he wouldn't force them to talk about it if they didn't do it spontaneously.

Thinking about what kind of comments their relatives could make to make them feel like curling in themselves so tight to disappear stirred a burning ache inside his chest.

But since he couldn't say a word about it, if they hadn't confirmed his suspicions first, he would focus on comforting them through closeness and touch.

Despite the reason, he liked seeing them wearing his clothes. He secretly loved the way certain pieces managed to effectively swallow their whole figure while others concealed it instead.

And his favourite thing to do was lying in bed, spooning them from behind and wrapping his arms around them. He couldn't help himself; he slipped his hands under the hem of his shirt and trailed his palms along their curves beneath the fabric.

They might see them as flaws, but in his eyes? Their softness was delicious to the touch. And if he was allowed to, he would worship them over and over again until only the memory of his lips and fingertips filled their head instead of those self-deprecating thoughts.

Some days it would take an afternoon... other times would take him longer, but he would always manage to replace their bad thoughts with him.

His lips would find their nape and press butterfly kisses there as they relaxed back against his chest and their quiet sniffs would ease into slow breaths. Xavier would peek over and dry the tears that had escaped from their eyes with his thumb, if they happened to cry silently, and then he would kiss their soft cheek too.

He didn't care about what the beauty standards people had or what the electronic scale displayed.

He loved them just the way they were, and he wouldn't change anything about them.

As long as they felt comfortable in their own skin and kept smiling brightly at him, he would be there for them in the bright and dark days throughout the complicated relationship they had with their own body.

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so i was kvetching about it to my coworker bc it was something new to talk about and i said "you know, these yoga ladies can do this no problem because they weigh half as much as me, so they have half as much weight to lift"

and she said that's bullshit because it's the same weight. she even quoted the whole "a pound of steel weighs the same as a pound of feathers" meme!

like am i misunderstanding how bodyweight affects these kinds of exercises? like i was clearly exaggerating when i said 'twice as much' but its gotta be noticably more, right?

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