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Pain is Beauty?
Skinny pants on guys is sort of in fashion right now... Well, it goes in and out, but when have I cared what the fashion world thinks? I've always just done my own thing. Today I'm sporting a pair of really tight black Guess Jeans. I've always had a love affair with Guess... they make pants that hug my body in all the right ways... Express is getting better at it and there are a few others who are stepping up to the plate...
Anyway, these pants hug certain curves.. a little TOO well. I'm feeling mildly uncomfortable... It's like wearing a wet swim suit without the water =p
But hey, that's part of the appeal right? I might as well flaunt what I've got and be proud of myself... because it's who I am. I remember at one point in my life though when I was really insecure....
Remember JNCO Jeans?
I used to drown in those...! At one point it was incredibly fashionable to have huuuuge massive "pipes" and everyone wore their pants about midway down their ass... using the cheeks and your crotch (mmmhkay) to pretty much hold things up. However I also wore long sleeve shirts because I felt like covering myself up from head to toe was my only option.
The last thing I'd describe myself was attractive. I was about 6'2" and 130 pounds. Do the math =). This was a result of a combination of factors... living on my own (and not being able to afford to eat much).. a high metabolism and lots of stress from taking care of myself. At age 17!
Remembering Anthony
Then I met someone named Anthony who, with lots of work, helped me convince myself to be proud of my body. That some may even find it attractive (I always got teased that I'd be a great Calvin Klein Model). He was instrumental in a lot of changes in my life back then and to this day, I still sort of consider him a hero. Eventually he fell from my good graces... but I'd prefer to remember the good in him.
Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes, Time to Face The Strange
I went from being fully dressed in a club to opening up with having my shirt unbuttoned, to eventually off altogether. A half-naked skinny white boy grooving on the dance floor. I was a shitty, shitty dancer starting off. I tried to pretend I was cool making up new moves, but it was pretty bad. But even that, with time, came to improve.
My Point (And I really do have one)
...is that if you're passionate about something... if you work hard enough at it, you'll achieve desired results. If you let yourself believe you're not attractive, or your not talented, you won't be. You may not be good at drawing, or writing, or making music, or dancing... whatever it may be. But if you work hard at it, they will all IMPROVE.
I didn't start out GREAT at any of those... but I wanted to make it a reality. So I kept doing it. Over and over. Until it became natural for me... until it became my reality. My love and my passion.
If you want something, go for it. It won't wait around for you.
Love As Always,
Brandon
Skinny pants on guys is sort of in fashion right now... Well, it goes in and out, but when have I cared what the fashion world thinks? I've always just done my own thing. Today I'm sporting a pair of really tight black Guess Jeans. I've always had a love affair with Guess... they make pants that hug my body in all the right ways... Express is getting better at it and there are a few others who are stepping up to the plate...
Anyway, these pants hug certain curves.. a little TOO well. I'm feeling mildly uncomfortable... It's like wearing a wet swim suit without the water =p
But hey, that's part of the appeal right? I might as well flaunt what I've got and be proud of myself... because it's who I am. I remember at one point in my life though when I was really insecure....
Remember JNCO Jeans?
I used to drown in those...! At one point it was incredibly fashionable to have huuuuge massive "pipes" and everyone wore their pants about midway down their ass... using the cheeks and your crotch (mmmhkay) to pretty much hold things up. However I also wore long sleeve shirts because I felt like covering myself up from head to toe was my only option.
The last thing I'd describe myself was attractive. I was about 6'2" and 130 pounds. Do the math =). This was a result of a combination of factors... living on my own (and not being able to afford to eat much).. a high metabolism and lots of stress from taking care of myself. At age 17!
Remembering Anthony
Then I met someone named Anthony who, with lots of work, helped me convince myself to be proud of my body. That some may even find it attractive (I always got teased that I'd be a great Calvin Klein Model). He was instrumental in a lot of changes in my life back then and to this day, I still sort of consider him a hero. Eventually he fell from my good graces... but I'd prefer to remember the good in him.
Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes, Time to Face The Strange
I went from being fully dressed in a club to opening up with having my shirt unbuttoned, to eventually off altogether. A half-naked skinny white boy grooving on the dance floor. I was a shitty, shitty dancer starting off. I tried to pretend I was cool making up new moves, but it was pretty bad. But even that, with time, came to improve.
My Point (And I really do have one)
...is that if you're passionate about something... if you work hard enough at it, you'll achieve desired results. If you let yourself believe you're not attractive, or your not talented, you won't be. You may not be good at drawing, or writing, or making music, or dancing... whatever it may be. But if you work hard at it, they will all IMPROVE.
I didn't start out GREAT at any of those... but I wanted to make it a reality. So I kept doing it. Over and over. Until it became natural for me... until it became my reality. My love and my passion.
If you want something, go for it. It won't wait around for you.
Love As Always,
Brandon