I’ve been told I could wear small brassiere. My two brothers and I have all been blessed with large pectorals. Even before I started working out I had a pretty nice chest set-up. But what I have in chest circumference… I lose in calves.
I have chicken legs.
Real unedited photo of my legs.
This is partly why I started tattooing my left leg because the idea was to create an illusion that there was something there hiding behind the tattoos. To a certain extent I think it hides it a little… but a nice tree trunk of a calf would make things remarkably better.
If you smarties are out there saying, “Well… why don’t you just work them out you big dummy?” The answer to that question is, “I did. I did. I did.”
It is no secret that I enjoy working out my upper body far much more than my lower body… but there was time when I really tried hard to expand the real estate around my calf area. It just did not happen.
I believe I’m just always destined to have skinny calves.
At least I’m not stuck having to try and hide something on my face:
Such a friendly looking freaky dude.