The River of Body
This is a young River that suddenly began flowing at the midpoint of my life. I had been dissatisfied for quite some time by the fact that my invisible spirit alone could create tangible visions of beauty. Why could not I myself be something visibly beautiful and worthy of being looked at? For this purpose I had to make my body beautiful.
When at last I came to own such a body, I wanted to display it to everyone, to show it off and to let it move in front of every eye, just like a child with a new toy. My body became for me like a fashionable sports car for its proud owner. In it I drove on many highways to new places. Views I had never seen before opened up for me and enriched my experience.
But the body is doomed to decay, just like the complicated motor of a car. I for one do not, will not, accept such a doom. This means that I do not accept the course of Nature. I know I am going against Nature; I know I have forced my body onto the most destructive path of all. Henry Scott-Stokes, The Life and Death of Yukio Mishima.
Self-styling is not always about clothes. I love the way Mishima flaunts his buffness like a fashionable sports car. He devoted himself to body building long before it became a trend. That he did so in a society with little tradition in this arena is all the more remarkable.