An Open Letter to the Ectomorph Me

Howdy Ectomorph Me,

How are you? Well, it isn’t a question really because I know what you are feeling.

You got envy by other’s physicality. Most of the time, people think you are anorexic. You got tired of explaining. They seems not to understand your quick metabolism. They seems not to understand the logic behind genetics. Heaven knows you tried hard to gain weight. But no way, you end up as an ectomorph. People sometimes get jealous with your waist line. They never knew what you feel that given a chance you would trade your waist line to a slightly bigger one.

I just want you to know, you are more than your body type. You are more than the physical thing. Your waist line doesn’t define you. Your biceps (if any) doesn’t chararterized your being. It doesn’t make you less of a human. You are in fact a beautiful creature, remember that!

Sincerely yours,

The Once Unappreciative Me

P.S.

But please gain weight. No pressure! Hahaha

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2 thoughts on “An Open Letter to the Ectomorph Me

  1. I’ll paraphrase R.R. Martin here: “Dear ecto friend, never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will be never used to hurt you.” Ectos have the most relative strength, and we stay lean our whole life. I just love arm wrestlings with bodybuilders that are tripple my size, just to see their ego vaporize. The point here, try to gain strength, not weight, because we’re ment to be strong, not heavy. Peace.

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