…growing up, I was a skinny-fat nerd. I got made fun of for having “girl boobs.” I hated who I was.
I remember being ashamed of my body when I was eight years old. Eight. Years. Old. I used to lie to my friends so I didn’t have to go to their pool parties; I was afraid to take off my shirt in public.
Things are different now. I’m different now.
I’m not skinny-fat. I have a lean, muscular build. An “athletic x-physique,” as I often call it…
I can tell you what I did to get here. The things I’d do differently if I had the chance to do it all over again. How I dealt with some of the struggles along the way.
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