F*** you, society.
No, seriously, f*** you. Those images and ads and print and video that would have us believe we all need to be addict-thin, emaciated female skeletons in order to be desirable? In order to be wanted? In order to be loved? And then you turn around and try to sell us low-quality processed garbage to eat? Do you really expect us to still put up with this?
Well, I’m not buying your screwed-up bullshit anymore. You f***ed with my head long enough. Not buying your death-of-me-sold-to-me. What a flippin’ idiot I would have to be in order to purchase my own death. I know better, learned better, am better.
Yet people do it every day. I do it every day. We all buy shit that is bad for us, or stupid for us, or that will plain f***ing kill us. (Cigarettes, drugs, alcohol, processed food, SUGAR). We look at super-skinny runway models and airbrushed magazine photos and we listen to BS that women are “too muscular” and some of us still worry that we’ll “bulk up.”
Well, we should be more worried about dumbing down than bulking up.
See, we’re dumb when we listen to dumb. And we were actually led to believe that there is some pain of living that can be ameliorated, assuaged, or erased by the purchase of PRODUCTS. How crazy is that? To believe that there is some condition of the heart, the head, the soul that can be changed by anything but us changing inside. How stupid is that? How naive? How insecure?
Yet we do it. I do it. We all do it. We buy our own death, our own lesser beings, our own poor representation of ourselves. We put good hard cash down for someone else’s screwed-up vision of who we should be.
Well, I say no more. There are enough of us now who know better, who want better, who are willing to fight for better. And we’re called CrossFitters.
I’m done. I’m voting with my wallet and I’m voting loud and long and powerfully. You want my cash, you better give me real and alive and strong and true, because I’m not inhaling that other garbage.
F*** you society. I’m not eating your shit anymore.
(Image courtesy of Nicole Bedard Photography.)
(All opinions expressed herein are solely that of the author and are in no way representative of any other person, company, or corporation.)
