Sounds like an excuse to be fat.
I’ve personally never cared for bodybuilders (it’s just too weird), but I’ve been a very competitive athlete my entire life, and still lift my fair share of iron, both in a gym and in a field.
Hard, physical labor (not prancing on a treadmill), be it a post hole digger, a chalk covered deadlift, or the sled with your fat ass coach sitting on it yelling “go faster” builds character and men.
I learned far more about being a man, a husband, and a citizen from athletics and coaches than I ever learned from my preacher, priest, teacher, or college professor.
Mate, I’m not fat. Unlike most people I walk six and half miles to and from work every day and alsoe walk to and from most other places, as well as doing Jiu Jitsu 2-3 times a week. I don’t try very hard to look buff because I just don’t care. I’m as hairy as an ape, so I doubt I’d be mistaken for a metrosexual. Frankly I leave things like caring that deeply about my own physical appearence to the ladies. I just get on with things...