A man is still a man. It matters little that he is fat, slender, short, or tall. He sullies his frame when he submits himself to the dictates of the world outside him. You cannot be tall or lean enough to impress every woman.
And unless a woman lives in the forest, and feeds from trees and shrubs, she has no use deriding short men. That is a mark of congenital inanity. If tall was the benchmark, every tall man would be a polygamist. Yet, we too get rejected by women, & just as frequently, if not more.
When you're tall enough, it is the face that does you in. When you're slim enough, it is poverty that sells you out. Standards shift depending on the woman’s desire. The presence of fat & short men – & women – is a testament to the triviality of these qualities in human evolution
Each body build promises utility for as long as it is kept clean, fit, & active. But in the event that the man cannot help his weight, it should be the last thing on his mind as he obsesses with wealth creation. And when dogged by height, he must obsess with intellect.
We're saying, being fat isn't an injury. While we encourage activity, it must not be in the quest for world approval but internal gratification. Equally, if your height gives you sleepless nights, you must obsess with your mind’s liberation that it might invite the woman of depth
To be anything but yourself, for the sake of geniality, is to live a prisoner. A short man is a man first. He is an individual with soul, passion, and dreams. Dreams are not any closer for the man with long legs: neither is potential any leaner for the man with fat arms.
On matters body, be as deaf as an adder for as long one tries every day to be better than he was yesterday. Physically, emotionally and spiritually. Be as free as a bird; as slippery as Amalinze.
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