If I benched 180lbs, would that make me a man?
If you could see a six pack through my shirt, would that make me a man?
Would I be a man if I had bigger biceps, stronger calf muscles, broader shoulders?
What if I were six feet tall?
If I could throw back twenty beers without feeling a thing,
If I drove a fast car,
If I didn’t care about shoes or clothes,
Would that make me a man?
If I enjoyed watching sports,
If I got picked for every team I tried out for,
If I played a sport at all,
Then would I be a man?
Would more friends make me a man? More fame? More money?
What if I’d slept with more people?
If I needed no one but myself – would that make me a man?
What if others viewed me as intimidating? strong? tough?
What if I could just “suck it up”? “Walk it off”? “Play it cool”?
If my heart had never been broken, If I’d never been depressed, If I’d never felt alone,
Would I be a man?
If I cried less, expressed my emotions less, sought after romance less – Would I be a man then?
What if I’d never admitted to self-harm? Or suicidal thoughts?
If I hadn’t had an eating disorder or struggled with body image?
Would I be a man if I didn’t feel loneliness? sadness? disappointment?
What if I didn’t feel anything at all – surely I’d be a man then…