woman in white tank top and blue and white striped pants sitting on orange plastic chair

My dad was a body builder, and a really good one as I was told because when he posed, he posed all the way to the tips of fingers and toes. you know to what song? karmina fucking burana, the man is fly yow. and I learned everything from him, blessed (moral of the story: watch body builders pose to figure out stance and muscles and how to make 'm look good)