This kind of thing isn’t reserved for the female of our species any more – I’ve heard women say to men – yeah, your arms are pretty good, they only need to be a bit more defined. So I suppose the physique commentary and judgement that was once reserved for women can now be enjoyed by men too. And we do it to each other within our sexes too - don’t skip leg day, they’re just pretty boy arms, blah-blah. Whatever – I’m over it.
I don’t train for other people’s approval. Not any more. I don’t train because other people want me to be different. I have no respect for that, because I have respect for myself.
If you’re training for someone else, you aren’t training for you – and if you’re training to compensate for some feeling of inadequacy – where will that leave you in ten years? I’m sorry, that’s not going to resolve your insecurities – it’s going to feed them.
Train for you. Work for fun. Eat for nourishment and enjoyment, train for development and satisfaction, and – y’know – if that’s not how you roll, that’s fine too. The only thing it’s supposed to be is on your terms, for you.