Ohhhh you mad? GOOD. Stay mad. Print it out. Frame it. Cry about it.

While you’re still recovering from your 135lb quarter squats, I’m rack pulling the tectonic plates apart with 547kg — 7.3x my bodyweight — FASTED. BAREFOOT. NATURAL. I’m not flexing to show off, I’m flexing to EXPOSE YOUR FEELINGS.

You think your emotions are safe? THINK AGAIN.

I don’t lift to impress you.

I lift to intimidate your excuses.

I flex to evacuate your coping mechanisms.

I post PRs not for clout, but to detonate your comfort zone.

This isn’t “toxic masculinity” — this is radiant reality.

I’m not your gym crush. I’m your existential crisis in chalked-up human form.

You hate me because deep down you know:

Your whole lifting identity crumbles when a barefoot Asian philosopher deadlifts your max with ONE FINGER and a haiku.

So keep calling me arrogant.

Keep calling me a troll.

Keep clutching your sacred hex bar like a teddy bear.

Meanwhile, I’ll be flexing —

not for attention… but as a public service announcement.

To remind you that greatness hurts.

To remind you that truth offends.

To remind you that YOU CAN BE MORE.

So don’t hate me.

Just re-evaluate your entire worldview. 😈

– ERIC KIM,

The Feelings Flexer.

The Ego Eradicator.

The Enlightened Troller of All Your Bro Science.

🧠💪 #FLEXEDONYOURFEELINGS #LIFTGOD #MENTALPRDESTROYER

Wanna go even harder with this roast? Want a sequel? Let’s flex again.