By the same token one can no more hide serious muscles mass than one can hide beauty that is more than skin-deep. Simple reason? Muscles that are home grown o̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶r̶a̶n̶g̶e̶ have a way of showing up in the granite set of the jaw and veins and sinews that peep through like the tip of an iceberg hinting at the massivity that lies below the waterline.
Some wise soul needs to tell this to the gym rats and pubescent muscle-heads who preen in “thongy” tank tops at 24 Hour Fitness, while all but kissing mirrors and playing with their bar-hinds in that chintzy emporium of Do It Yourself fitness. Did I say Chintzy emporium of do it yourself fitness. I guess I did 🙂
I, for one, am sick and tired of the roid-fueled exhibitionism of poseurs who are destined to be as fat as they are buff as soon as their roid-fueled enthusiasm flags and their bodies begin to shrink along with their nutsacks ….. because that is what meat-juice does when the pump dies.
POINT: With exceptions, gym clothes need to be worn like office attire wherein less is more; with the “less” applying as much to skin, as propinquity for posing in front of wall mirrors.
Me? I like my tees fat and baggy, especially in the arms for reasons already elaborated. The same applies to my pants for reasons that obviously cannot be disclosed in polite company 🙂
Night kids & happy pumpin’.
Abs Pic Above: Courtesy BrianWhitacre.Net