This is real life, real life isn't pretty and it doesn't get dolled up for you. Real life is gritty, hard; it's a struggle. I struggle with the scars of what I've gone through everyday, both physically and mentally. You know what though? It made me stronger not weaker, I still choose to smile instead of cry. I choose happiness over sadness and bitterness, I choose to make my own destiny and not let fate decide for me. "You can't be a model, I can smell the bullshit. How the hell would you have gotten picked as Mr. Washington bro, you don't even have 6-pack abs 😂😂." This comment was posted on one of my videos, I'd address the standards of beauty/hotness that we force ourselves to live up too, but I've already done that more than enough.
Instead I'll tell you about how it feels to do core workouts when you've had your abdomen cut open SEVEN TIMES! I'd challenge you to see if you could do the same, just like I do in the gym ALMOST EVERY SINGLE DAY! You wouldn't be able to though, this I know; it takes courage to face "pain that feels like your remaining guts are being wrenched out and squeezed together at the same time"; it takes no courage to leave an anonymous video comment.
As for why I've posted this particular picture... I want you to SEE what it really looks like to be in my shoes. What it looks like to have your little remaining insides on your outside.
I was able to get into Modeling because I'm tenacious, determined and when I want something; I go get it (including that "so important 6-pack, I'll have that too soon 😉). I'm also a damn good networker, which as I've said a million times before is 9999999* more important than JUST being good looking.
So go on and keep hating, keep trying to bring me down. It won't work, I've got too many people counting on me to give up; and when I think of them? Their hopes and dreams riding alongside mine to the stars? Your hate no longer has any power 🙂. I'll be in the gym fam, training diligently; because I writing my story, and it's gonna have a damn happy ending!