These last eight weeks training for my first powerlifting meet, I've learned so damn much. About lifting, sure; but mostly, about myself. I always knew that lifting was my "me" time, my best alone time aside from writing and watching Agents of SHIELD. But I learned these few weeks that I like being alone *around* people that I care about, that care about me. People like @mrliverich and @theoduscrane and @anthony_vita and @mi_chael. TEAM. I learned what my body handles well (baby food during long lifting sessions, yo) and what it doesn't handle well (coffee makes me SHAKE). I learned that I am capable of so much more than I've always been told I am; that lifting is what I've always been driving toward; that it's a form of loving my body, my mind, a kind of creativity and growth and cleansing I will never stop thirsting for. That chasing constructed aesthetics of white masculinity hurt just as much as when I used to let myself be coerced into chasing constructed aesthetics of white femininity. I just need to chase... being under (and...over? deadlifts yo) heavy barbells, because I fucking love it. For me. Because I deserve things. Dammit. #powerlifting #powerlifter #oneweekout #transpowerlifting #nonbinarypositivity #nonbinarypowerlifting #personaltrainer #liftinglife #queerlifting #writerswholift #equinoxmademedoit #poweredbypride #team #sundaythoughts https://www.instagram.com/p/BoWVj_jgotL5sKcwdct71wOeeXP7u7d_1jJpN80/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1dxisvtz7g44x
