The job of a personal trainer is to help a person get the body he wants. "Cut off all unnecessary," - as Michelangelo said. Tell a slender freshman with naive eyes and golden curls about the squat, and after a couple of months see how she enjoys the reflection in the mirror, flaunting her round taut butt in leggings. Tell a Rubens' woman, a housewife in her forties, about proteins, fats and carbohydrates, and strength training. From a stress eating cheesecakes puffy lady of Balzac's age, she turns into a fit beauty, with whom her husband once fell in love.
Don't get me wrong, I don't mind body positive. What is wrong with a person striving for the ideal? The ideal is a relative measure, and in my case, people see it as a healthy body.
Guys play with pumped-up biceps in front of girls, as if peacocks are shaking their tails in front of females. Girls, on the other hand, are eager to attract the attention of men with irresistible shapes in the form of a slender waist in combination with an appetizing butt and appetizing breasts. Nobody canceled basic animal instincts.