As I write this, sitting in the park with my shirt off, it would be a lie for me to say that I'm not
vain. Now that I've returned to the gym to shed some unnecessary pounds, I'm not so self-conscious about
my appearance -- yeah, right. And contrary to the advice of dermatologists, I admit to liking the "healthy
glow" of a tan. But the reasons why I'm concerned about the way I look have changed.
Back in my party days, I wanted the acceptance and attention of the cute guys -- and I wanted to get
laid. The "ideal look" of the pumped party boy was easily achieved through the medically sanctioned
steroid phase of HIV treatment, which I saw giving others an advantage. But I always
felt in competition with everyone -- it was very objectifying: "I want that guy's delts over there, and
I want this one's pecs over here." Unhappy with my bowed legs, really hairy forearms, double crown, and
long torso, it seemed that I wanted everyone else's body parts but my own.
These days there are other reasons to be concerned about the way I look. One is to help alleviate the
physical side effects of the many drugs I take. Although I have few visible signs at this time, I
guess I want to prevent whatever I can.
Because of my HIV+ status, aesthetics basically take a back seat to enormous health
considerations; I literally exercise as if my life depends on it. Also, when I see positive results
from exercise, I'm mentally motivated to maintain a healthy lifestyle.
I repeat: When I see positive results from exercise, I'm mentally motivated to maintain
a healthy lifestyle. It's like Yin and Yang; they both depend on and fuel one another.
That's not to say that I don't slip from time to time, which I do, yet those episodes serve
as a reminder of my real goals. Keeping mentally healthy is also important as I seek more
spiritual connections with others, which has more or less replaced the desire for physical encounters.
For the most part, I've accepted the body I have. My only competition now is with myself.
I own the set of standards I set for myself. I use the media and its images as a point of
reference and resources, rather than a wish list. If I need to change the person I am to be
accepted in our gay culture, it is not worth the price of membership. I personally don't need to be
accepted into a culture that makes someone else feel lousy. HIV is a lot to deal with, and trying to look
pretty for someone else is just another task I choose not to deal with as I mature. Staying fit and trying
to remain as healthy as possible for myself has become a much more worthwhile priority and it pleases the
only person whose perception of me really matters that much... ME.
Yes, there certainly has been a shift in why I continue to lift heavier and heavier dumbbells over
my head, and why I climb endlessly to the stars on machines that take me nowhere. It's for
peace of mind about my health. And it's also for peace of mind when I get home and see how
my butt looks in my jeans. After all, positive or negative, I did say I was vain.
