WHO

I never had the time when I had six packs of tender juicy muscles upfront. All I had in my entire life is this fluffy beer-belly that bloats every time I adjust my jean belts. However, this never pulled my life down. I never considered myself inferior to shaped guys. I am not ashamed to say that I do have Pogi-points like EVERYONE does and I do believe that it’s up to oneself on how that individual would harness that spec of potential into a kinetic showdown. I remembered my freshmen years in Silliman when this averagely famous magician (I forgot the name but he was like the Filipino version of David Blaine) who gave a small talked at the Luce auditorium about SHOWMANSHIP. That day, I learned how showmanship differed from “tikal or hambogirohay” (boasting) and how one can do things cool without mistakenly be convicted of being boastful. People sometimes get this habitually pushed to the limits. HEY! Everyone is excused. We are all just amateurs.

Anyway, this post is never meant to be all about showmanship.
It’s all about the “WHO”!
Who ever decided that a six pack belly is beautiful? Was it some random mad lady who said, “HEY, this guy is GWAPO” and everyone should look like him? Could it have been that before she made this decision she was looking at other shapes too? Maybe it all started when she had a fluffy-one-pack-belly boyfriend who eventually dumped her and left her to suffer. Maybe she got so depressed that she started sailing to the seven continents of earth, bringing pictures of her beer-belly ex and convincing everybody that this is the belly everyone should not like. (Obviously, this is so ridiculous!) However, everything did start somewhere and this could be one of the infinite ways.