Bigorexia? Bigorexia? I thought Id heard it all. Theres anorexia, starving yourself to achieve thinness. And now theres bigorexia, use of weight training and steroids to satisfy the frantic compulsion to be bigger than anybody else. Ana.mostly women get into. Big-O (bigorexia) is mostly a guy thing. Anorexia, bulimia and now, bigorexia, are linked in that the people who do them, do them because they suffer from feelings of inferiority and inadequacy. Did I say all Anas feel inferior? No. Did I say all Big-Os feel inferior? No. Did I say losing weight is always bad? No. Or staying in shape is bad? No! Did I say working out in a gym is bad? Did I? Did I? A compulsion is a compulsion, just thatnot a physical disease. Many practioners of anorexia starve themselves to achieve the look of alleged perfection, that of a fashion model on TV. Thats okay, until you reach the point youre starving yourself to death. With Big-O, you take the steroid and pump iron so you can feel superior to other people.because in reality you feel inferior to other people. Barry Bonds is a little different. He took steroids to achieve sports records and fame and money. Bonds cheated. His record is a fraud. He should have his number ripped off his back in front of the home town crowd, and his bat broken in front of him (in the Old West they used to break your sword, strip off your medals, and throw you out of the fort). Cheat! Cheat! Where money and attention are involved, for those who crave them, the damage done from steroids to the liver, and bone marrow, is immaterial. So is the nasty little side effect that steroid use shrinks your male organ. So, it doesnt make everything bigger. Oh look at me. Im ze big man! I take ze steroid and I can beat you up. So Im ze bigger man than you are. Technically called muscle dysmorphia, a Big-O-crazed guy will keep painfully pumping iron with an arm he recently broke in the gym. But ironically, strangely, he also feels shy about his muscle mass, and tends to withhold sharing his body with others (embarrassed to show it). He mainly looks at himself in the mirrorin privacy. Thousands of men are reportedly afflicted, and some women. Theres a whole subculture out there of Big-O. If Bronze Age Greece was the age of heroes, then Big-O is the age of cheats and frauds. Posers. I look at myself in the mirror for hours, lustfully, like you would at a beautiful woman. Its all about me. Me. Arent I gorgeous? Look at my deltoids. A turn on. What lats. Im beautiful. I owe it all to Big-O, and to steroids. Now Im going to move to another mirror and pose atop a velvet platform. Ill blow myself a kiss. Oooh! Im the only man in town. The only real man. Three blocks away a female body builder who also pops steroids, has a real low voice, and hairier-than-normal underarms, and who now secretly refers to herself as Dominick, is also posing in front of a mirror, saying the same thing. I will kiss my deltoid. Dont worry, you Anas out there who want to achieve a false sense of security by feeling superior, striving for an imaginary level of perfection that can never be attained. Scientists will eventually invent a synthetic compound that can reduce you to the size of a tree branch. And you Big-Os. Take heart. A growth hormone substance to ultimately be labeled Colossus, will in just ten years, allow you to stride across the globe as a fifty foot tall behemoth. Youll be able to look down your nose at the rest of us. Isnt that what its all about? Copyright 2006 by SammonSays.com |
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