Seriously though, where does Trevor even go?
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Best answer for the question “where does Trevor go?”
The subjects for Grant Wood’s, American Gothic, pose beside the iconic painting in 1942.
The painting, which is now at the Art Institute, portrays a farmer and his spinster daughter.
The models were Grant Wood’s sister and their family dentist.
Aerial shot with Michigan and Wacker, center, 1937, Chicago.
I wrote this blog 26 months ago at the beginning of my adventures in CrossFit. Then I Tumbler’d about it 12 months ago. I am 2 and a half years into a life adventure that I hope continues for many many more years.
As mentioned in my original blog, I was painfully skinny as a teenager. I was a dancer taking 2-3 classes a week. Acting/dancing/singing in plays multiple times a year and singing in a show choir. I also played field hockey but was terrible at it. I repeat: TERRIBLE. I’ve never had an easy time with sports with bats/sticks and balls/pucks that also involve running/skating. I was able to be graceful when dancing, but add all those elements together and I was a mess. So I kind of gave up on sports. I also ate my weight in food and was hungry all of the time. And in all of the pictures of me (including the top left above), I appeared to be disappearing. And my smallness translated into my personality. I was a bit of a chameleon, shifting personas depending on the company, saying what I thought people wanted to hear instead of what I actually thought. I was often pretty shy and truly think that that shyness was perceived as aloofness a lot of the time. It wasn’t, though. I just didn’t think I was interesting enough to be an outgoing person. The only time I was truly outgoing was when I was on stage playing someone else.
When I got to college, I met a solid group of people that were a lot more my speed. I opened up a lot more and made some friends that I still cherish today. I was still small, but my personality bloomed a little, so I didn’t mind as much. I decided that I could be “cute” and that I was okay with that. I began defining myself by my cuteness. I never felt sexy or womanly, just cute. I figured it wasn’t possible for me to be those things because I was a smaller person.
My move into true adulthood and, coincidentally, to Chicago taught me a lot about myself. I became more solidified in who I was. I starting eating the cooking of my fabulous boyfriend (now husband) and gained weight. And it freaked me out. I don’t think I was aware of it, but I battled to get back to previous weights so that I looked smaller. I didn’t think I could still be cute andbe curvier. I was confused and unhappy and honestly really ridiculous about it. Looking back I wish I had just rejoiced in my ability to gain weight and be a more substantial presence physically. Instead, I whiled away my time on elliptical machines and lifted tiny pink weights trying to get back to what I thought was an acceptable weight.
When I wrote that blog 2+ years ago, I was incredibly excited about my new adventure in CrossFit. I had found a sport/lifestyle that I wasn’t terrible at. And in the time since then, I’ve become excited about gaining weight and muscle. I’ve learned that I can still be cute and weigh more. I have decided that I like my body better when it is muscular. There’s a lot of rubbish out there about how lifting weights making you look like a dude or unwomanly. For me, that is total horseshit. I feel sexy now. I feel womanly. And the fact that I can almost deadlift 250 lbs? Just icing on cake. I also know that it has made me much more confident. I know who I am and what I want. I don’t define myself by the people around me, but strive to find people who appreciate me for me. I’m strong, sexy, cute, womanly and, finally, myself. CrossFit and weightlifting have brought me that.
More of this adventure, please.
there’s literally nothing stopping you [from doing this thing that costs money]
people with money. only people with money (via daxsymbiont)
travelling the world, “dropping everything” and moving to another city/state/country, majoring in your liberal arts interest of choice, applying/going to your dream college/university, buying your dream house, working at your dream job, cultivating/building/guiding your own dreams, dreaming. living.
This is, hands down with no exaggeration, one of the most inspiring and heartfelt collections of advice I have read.