I remember now the time when I was a child, when I was just entering adolescence, and I had a crooked sternum, a deformed rib cage. I had rickets. I still remember a classmate asking me, “What do you have under your sweater?” I hadn’t even noticed it myself. That’s when the nightmare began. I had rickets.
My chest became more and more crooked. Children laughed at me. They shouted after me, calling me “crooked” and using other insulting words. It happened every day. I had no support from my family, who didn’t really care because they had other problems to deal with. I don’t blame them.
So I started to take matters into my own hands. At that time, with a child’s mind, I began sleeping with a heavy piece of iron on my chest, hoping it would straighten my rib cage. I soon realized that wasn’t enough. I started to inform myself. There was no internet where we lived back in 1998, but I read somewhere that vitamin D helps with calcium absorption.
I also figured out on my own that well-developed pectoral muscles could mask the deformation of my chest bones. So I started bodybuilding. That was my salvation. I fought hard in the gym. I went for years to a poorly equipped gym, but I did what I could because there was no better one in our small town.
I added weight to the bar kilogram by kilogram. After a few months, the first results started to show. I was convinced I was fighting the right battle and that by continuing bodybuilding, people would stop calling me “crooked” or using other ugly words. I was facing intense bullying.
After years of hard training, I noticed that my bones were starting to straighten. I was on the right path. As my muscles grew, they also helped correct my bones. Maybe surgeries existed back then, but no one in my family was interested. Even my father made fun of me.
Over time, I developed a harmonious body, with only very faint traces of rickets, barely visible. Finally, things were okay. But only me know how hard I had to lift weights so I would no longer be bullied.
Now I had a good-looking body. Even those who used to bully me began to admit that I had big muscles.
That’s why I’m telling you this: you must fight your fate no matter the situation. You must develop yourself. If you truly want to lose weight, nothing can stop you except your own will. If you want to build muscle, you have to go to the gym and train with all your strength. If you want something, you have to fight for it, do your research, and solve the problem by taking action.
Fight for yourself!!!