It never ceases to amaze me how much progress I've made in my life. Looking back at junior year - I thank God that I'm still here. I was alone. A crazy little disruptive something. Confused, immature, and as hot as a jalapeno pepper I made several decisions based on uncertainty. I was a free spirit because of my insecurities. Thank God for grace.
I wasn't confident in my youth - I would often times second guess my decisions as if I was ALWAYS going to be incorrect. I focused more on correcting the error before I even made the mistake. I was that guy that was stumbling and unsure of himself regularly. (side eye) o_O I know you'd never guess that. The most compelling thing about getting to know who you are as a person is building confidence in this new person that you're getting to know. Yea, I wake up and look in the mirror. I'm still me, but I'm evolving into a more mature, more confident brother. I like him more and more everyday.
In high school I was that fat guy that would NEVER approach anyone, too afraid of rejection, and very hesitant about conversation. I remember remarks such as, "Hey Fat Ass" or "Hey dude with the Tits." Children can be so cruel. I was so insecure about my size back then that I'd intentionally buy clothes that would make me blend. No colors - all blacks, grays, and browns. I would wear ANYTHING to prevent people from seeing me. From the purple button-down that I rocked today, you'd swear I was lying.
If it weren't for GRACE! (Speaking in tongues) I'm no longer that guy! I'm now confident by many standards. I'm finally loving the skin that I'm in. I'm exuding rays of hope, happiness, and hallelujah. I think today at 24 - I'm happier than I've ever been. There will always be the desire to show abs like Trey Songs or Chris Brown, but in the mean time - I am the sexiest full figured man I know. I love my FACE - It's full, lips smooth, thick brows, white chocolate mocha coffee colored skin. My body - It's that deal. I'm now so comfortable with what I have - I tote a size 38 waist, 5 feet 9 inches tall, 250-something pounds, neck size 17 1/2 better than any mofo I know. That's real talk. These nappy roots of mine are earned. From my scalp that has been messaged with the finest African oils to the end of my smalll tight black locs - I am who I am and I'm happy with such.
Moral of this review: You may not be the magazine's swim suit body - but whatever you have, you better push it around like it's gold! We have to love ourselves 1st. If you know that what you have is PRICELESS like MasterCard, act like it. #Classic
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