Bodybuilding is specifically defined for purposes of this subreddit as the sport that involves preparing yourself for a competition includes bikini, fitness, figure and physique. There are other subreddits better suited to those just interested in staying fit or building a beach body or lifting weights. Reminder: This is an internet forum in which anyone can post and comment. Believe what people say at your own risk. Other related subreddits. Should IFBB bodybuilders compete nude? First of all I think the posing thongs they wear look ridiculous. They're getting to the point where they're becoming so small they might as well compete nude. Now as crazy as that might sound, think of how the original greek Olympians competed nude. The idea of the original Olympics was to celebrate the nude male form in its athletic glory, quite similar to the IFFB and its purpose.
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The song? Earnestly unjockish, I'd long considered myself the artistic sort. My hero was the reptilian rock god Axl Rose. Filthy and skinny, he looked hepatitic and I thought I should too. But there in my uncle's basement, my sallow non-physique mocking me from a wall of cracked mirrors, I clutched onto one of the smaller barbells and strained through a round of bicep curls, aping my uncle, who for whatever reason did not laugh or chase me away. And with that barbell in my grip, with blood surging through my slender arms, entire precincts inside me popped to life.