Guys have always been taught that weight seldom matters. Be rich, be powerful, be successful and women will flock to you.
But it matters. To some of us, it matters more than others. To begin:
I’ve been bulimic. I’ve been diagnosed bipolar, ADHD and clinically depressed. I’ve weighed as much as 245lbs and as little as 155lbs. I’ve gained and lost 35lbs in less than three months. I’ve set my clothing on fire, broken my hand on an escalator and punched through a door. I’ve been handcuffed three times, never for the aforementioned reasons. I was accused of rape by my fraternity president AFTER the girl claimed her friend had made it up. I had to go to court to fight a charge made by a bitter girl from a group home I worked at for three months.
Is it because I’m unhappy? Nope. I love my life. Is it because I have body issues? Not sure of that, either. Is it because I’m crazy? Maybe.
Being successful means overcoming whatever is holding you back.
Live your life open.
Hi, I’m tdhurst. Nice to meet you.
Props to @skinnyjeans.