Remeber I use to be a fat kid too…

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Stop being scared…

You hear everyday someone say

” I wish I woulda”

and it makes me realize that I hear this way too often.

I’m not a fan of the I wish I woulda club

I hate having to feel that pain of, “I wish I woulda just talked to the girl. I shoulda just said hello”

“I wish I woulda just trained harder then I woulda won that match”

“I wish I woulda told her how I felt….”

This list is endless and it sucks because we are too scared….

But scared of what? rejection?

YES

failure?

YES

Success?

YES
I was talking to my friend last night he said something that stuck to me.

“Make all your mistakes now, makem’ fast, get them outta the way and learn to how to fix it.”

And that’s it. The only way we learn is to make mistakes and learn from them.

Lets stop being afraid because there are worse things that can happen.

I have been there too and still am.

There are thev100000 girls I wish I said hello to…

There are 10000 days I wish I trained harder….

there are 10000 of these situations that I have fucked up…

Lets make an agreement to NOT BE SCARED. You in? I am……

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Perfection?

Being the fat kid was not easy…

Although I led people to believe that I was cool with the mocking and fat jokes, I just rolled with the punches…

I just rolled with the laughter.

I decided to make jokes to humor people to distract them from reality.

I hid behind the laughs to mask the true feelings of hurt I had…

I loved my friends and still love them to death but

I never let them see me bleed.

I never let anyone really see me shed the tears and the blood of self induced pain.

I don’t want you to feel sorry for me here…

I’m just trying to tell my story…

The life of the laughing fat kid that cared.

Perfection! Why are we so tied up on looking perfect. Are the people that you believe are images of perfection, really perfect?