Im from Earth.

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Two years. I’ve gone from a Marathon Skinny Mini to an Olympic Lifting Beef Castle.

It’s amazing to go back and look at the progress I’ve made, but I never would have truly noticed unless someone had stolen the previous photo and posted it on some tattoo blog.

I’m forever beating myself up, pushing myself, telling myself that I am not working hard enough and this was definitely a bit of a wake up call to be more gentle with myself. I’ve already come so far, and I need small victories to stand out more than my failures sometimes. I can’t expect everything to happen for me quickly. I can clean more than I weighed in the previous photo of me. I can bench more than I weighed in the previous photo.

I’ve had an insane amount of obstacles thrown at me in the past two-three years and have always overcome. I’ve always laid on that battlefield, exhausted but victorious. I’ve always gotten back up and I’ll continue to do so regardless of what the obstacle is.

I’m relentless even at my weakest and that is exactly why I am where I am right now. But, I need to learn the virtue of patience.

Strengthen the mind and the body will follow.

dichotomization

On June 11th 1963, Thích Quảng Đức, a Vietnamese Buddhist monk, sat down in the middle of a busy intersection in Saigon, covered himself in gasoline and he then ignited a match, and set himself on fire. Đức burned to death in a matter of minutes, and he was immortalized in a famous photograph taken by a reporter who was in Vietnam in order to photograph the war. All those who saw this spectacle were taken by the fact that Duc did not make a sound while burning to death. Đức was protesting President Ngô Đình Diệm’s administration for oppressing the Buddhist religion.