I still struggle with body dysmorphia, but whatever. I gotta get stronger, gotta get leaner, gotta get endurance-ier.
For what it's worth, I think you're amazing. I've only seen pictures, but you've changed to much the past decade.
The same goes for Agent D., by the way. Whenever he mentions the weights he's lifted, I try to imagine how much that is. Like, three mes. Or one of those ponies I used to ride when I was little. I can't help but be impressed.
Appreciate the kind words, sister.
I'm also one of those weirdos who, when I dislike what I see in the mirror, I use that to fire me up to improve. Most people let that drag them down. I like to think of myself as the guy who's always trying to work a disadvantage to his favor.
EDIT: for the past couple months I've been doing 100-125 calf raises a night as part of my bike-a-thon training. I hope it's enough. I haven't been getting outside as much as I'd like since this month has been very rainy. I still put in my time on the indoor trainer, but it's not the same. I'm fiending for hill climbs like you couldn't believe.