Candids: Streets of Female Muscle

A few more examples of candids, this time from the streets, which, like the ones we saw on Monday, might leave the female muscle fan shaking his head and wondering WHERE? WHEN? and WHY NOT ME? At least, that's what I'm wondering.



I first saw her walking towards her car, writes a reader. Rather unnecessarily, I asked if she needed any help with her bags. 'Are you f***ing joking?' she said. 'Do I look like I need help?' With that, she flexed her arm, revealing the definition in her shoulder and tricep. It was all a bit too much for me to handle. The next thing I remember was coming to with my elderly neighbour, Mrs Mountshaft, standing over me and asking if she should call an ambulance. I'd passed out on the spot. Never seen her again, though it's not for want of hanging around the car park in front of my building.



Another reader recounts a not dissimilar experience. I'd just finished loading up the car with the shopping when the femuscle radar went truly ballistic. She was wearing just a bikini top and jeans. I tried my hardest not to stare but found it impossible to look away. As she walked, a huge pack of water effortlessly slung over her shoulder, her abs mesmerised me. She was going to come right past me, I felt an uncontrollable urge to say something to her, then blurted out 'Can I help you with that?' She didn't even break stride. She lifted the water up in a sort of one-handed shoulder press, all the while looking straight at me in mock surprise, no doubt making fun of the dumb expression on my face. She kept on doing that all the way to her car, giving me a show. As she drove out, she gave me a wink. I think an hour later I still hadn't moved. Without doubt it was the single hottest thing I have ever witnessed.



Of course, those stories are just that. Fictions from the imagination of the author. The images above, though, look as if they were taken by one of us. One of us who was in the right place at the right time and was able to ignore any qualms they might have had about snapping a muscular woman without her permission. Whoever is responsible for the image of sexy Sophie Arvebrink (right) (yep, I still can't type her name without typing 'sexy' first) deserves, in my opinion, a medal for holding the camera still. Good work fella! Yours truly would have probably ended up hailing a taxi and following her, cop movie style, until I came to my senses or ran out of money. Probably.



And still I'm wondering, wondering more than ever, where exactly these magical streets are where such visions of muscular female beauty walk. WHERE?

Enjoy!

Legs in Leggings: Sophie Arvebrink

Swell has officially got it bad. Sexy Sophie Arvebrink has rapidly moved on from being my flavour of the month to my latest obsession. It's so bad that when I type out her name and press return, the word 'sexy' magically pops up before it like some kind of predictive text demon. So given that Sophie LOVES self-snapping in the gym, and LOVES wearing the kind of leggings that this week is all about, well, I just had to devote one of the days as my latest tribute to her.



As you can see, if you haven't had time to grab a paper and have a read before hitting your local gym (local if you are local to Sophie, that is - lucky devil!) you can always catch up on the news AND get an eyeful of her ever-improving legs and butt while doing so. Now if that isn't a slice of fried gold, I don't know what is.



And the more I look at this photo, the less my apparent obsession with Ms Arvebrink seems to be a problem I need to deal with and more like the best possible way to spend my life. Do you see it too? Am I imagining things here? Can I really see what I think I see? Do I need a psychiatrist, an optician, or perhaps I just need a one-way ticket to wherever Sophie is wearing these next? Help!



She seems to be on a personal mission not only to find the tightest, most revealing leggings ever, but also to sculpt the cutest, tightest most delicious-looking rear on Earth. A fine ambition indeed, although what is going to happen to my blood pressure if it gets any cuter or tighter is causing me further anxiety.



Like I said before, gold.

And if you can stand any more, here's Sophie squatting. 100 kilos, 20 reps. In tight tight leggings. From behind. Watch if you dare. Swell is going for a little lie down and some therapy. Possibly not in that order.



Superior indeed.

Ts of the Day

WHOLE LOTTA LOVE

Even more love in the room than normal with this final selection of the week...

She loves...

Protein! And judging by those legs, she's been getting through a lot of it.

Herself! Just in case the fact that she's one of the most prolific uploaders of her own snaps had left you wondering, Frida Palmell makes it absolutely clear.

Skateboys!

Sensational Sophie Arvebrink might know what she loves, but she doesn't know whether to flex her bicep or her chest. And I don't know whether to dig out my old skateboard from the deep dark depths of the back of the shed or admit I'm never going to be described as a 'boy' again, and dig out my 'Sophie Favourites' folder instead. Either course might result in serious injury.


FMS loves...

Top T Runner-up

So much to love about this, not least the spectacular shoulders on this lady. But this makes our top two on attitude rather than appearance. I don't think I've ever seen a woman making it clearer that she doesn't want to be disturbed while she's working on her fantastic physique. Not only is there the explicit threat of a butt-kicking for would-be botherers, there's also the fact she's kind of hiding under the cap as well, which just makes her all the more mysterious and consequently all the more attractive.

Top T Winner

Love this! And if a pretty muscle babe like this is going to wear 'Squats will make you a goddamn sexual Tyrannosaurus' on her T-shirt, you have to suspect that she's up for proving it's true. I just can't help imagining her wearing this T-shirt, flexing her bicep and grinning from ear to ear having just pushed me down onto the bed... Gulp.
It's going to be a LONG (but beautiful) night...

Biceps! Sophie Arvebrink

Young Guns

I remember the first time I walked into the gym. I was scared, I was skinny, and I was embarrassed. I thought it was so embarrassing. My goal was to look toned and beefy, and the road seemed long. Quite honestly, I felt it was impossibly long. As well as embarrassing. When the only thing I saw in the mirror was a tiny little girl, untrained. Luckily, a lot has happened since that day...
Sophie Arvebrink

Lucky indeed. For me and you, dear reader. Just look at how skinny little Sophie has transformed herself. But lucky for her? Well, I'd take issue with that. As Sophie says herself, she has earned her body by eating and training brutally hard.


I have a new addiction alright #cantstop #fighting

'It's time for biceps today!' I think, and blast forward to the dumbbells. Starting to warm up a few sets, to bring up the pump and the circulation in his arms, I have a thick sweater on me. Until I get the pump in the arms I always have a thick, and not too revealing shirt on. For me it's suicide to get into the gym in the tank and stand in front of the mirror - small, thick and pale. No thanks! Instead, I wait and rip off my shirt mid-session, and get me a really awesome surprise! Veins and muscles that protrude in all directions...



Sophie is on a mission for muscle, experimenting with different training techniques, evaluating the results, and honing her own workouts accordingly. Last year she reported that she had started training twice a day. Nothing unusual in that is there? Well, no, but Sophie was training the same muscle group twice a day - heavy weights for low reps in the morning, low weights and high reps to total failure later in the day. I've tried to work out this way for a few days now, and the muscles that I have had time to train have just exploded! she said.



By her own admission, Sophie's biceps are not quite yet where she would like them, but seeing her favourite quote is FUCK IT LET’S GET BIGGER AND BETTER, we can't see any reason to doubt that she'll be sorting out that particular issue in the very near future, particularly when you also consider her training goal. I simply want to gain more muscle, she says. More muscle in the right places.

Doesn't she say all the right things?!


On a scale of 0 to Jealous As Hell Of That Guy, I'd say I was pretty far from 0...



Sophie, now 21 years old, lives and works as a personal trainer in Stockholm. You can follow all of her adventures via Facebook, Instagram, and her blog at Fitness Guru. She also has an absolutely cracking You Tube channel, the latest offering from which is right here for your viewing pleasure.



Enjoy!

Ts of the Day

We begin a week of muscle babes and their informal attire with a look at some of the more popular printed slogans for the discerning female fitness freak (and her man).



We begin our survey with the slogan that, if our research is to be believed, is by far the most popular choice for the lady who wants to not only show off her hard-earned muscles, but also wants to let the world know that those muscles are doing wonders for her self-confidence.

Now, we here at FMS, and quite probably you too, never held 'skinny' in much estimation, but if you think about the mainstream media's obsession with skinny beauty, then replacing it with 'strong' makes a lot more sense.

Interestingly, the models for the vests below (top left and bottom right) look a whole lot less strong than, say Sophie Arvebrink (bottom left) who really does have some lovely muscles. So it seems that even those that market the shirts tend to shy away from using really strong and muscular women in their advertising. But hey, you can't have everything, and even those models are an improvement on the norm, and thus definitely a step in the right direction.



Another extremely popular slogan (based solely on our research that is, we have no actual proof) seems to be a message to those men and women who treat the gym like a place to socialise. These iron-pumping babes are here for one reason and one reason alone, and they don't want to hear anything from you (or anyone else) except a few grunts and some heavy breathing. It also serves as a way of having to avoid talking themselves. Should they need to communicate with you, they can just point at their own chests. Or perhaps just inflate them, making the lettering clearer.



Having shut up and trained, we're back to the strong/skinny thing again. I couldn't find an image of this on a T-shirt, but I assume that is what it's intended to be. Now, once again, Swell feels duty bound to take issue here. The fact is, although naked, or nearly naked is always preferable, I think strong girls look good clothed or naked. And look better than skinny girls in either case. I freely admit to being something of an extremist on the subject, and would go so far as to say that a strong girl who has just woken up after a hard weekend's partying having forgotten to take off her make-up looks better than a skinny girl who's been at the beauty spa all day and is wearing her best dress.

On second thoughts, perhaps that's a bit too much to fit on a T-shirt...



I love these 'Strong and Proud of It' type slogans, even if they don't stand up to analysis, it's the sentiment that counts, and FMS will, as regular readers, will know, get behind anything that praises fit, muscular women. Let's not fight about which slogan is more or less appropriate. They're all good, although the consensus around here seems to be that 'Fit Babes Do It Better' is hard to beat.



And now I'm sitting here with my coffee wondering how best to scrape the 'THE' and the 'NEW' off the cup when I've finished up here.



This week we'll be looking at a variety of 'messages' on T-shirts and vests worn by muscular women from the famous to the unknown.

To purchase Strong Is the New Sexy items for the muscle woman in your life, FMS recommends Spreadshirt.

Enjoy!

And for more Sophie Arvebrink and her strong, sexy Swedish bod, look here.