Stroke of Identity

I struggled with coming to terms with the fact that my dream of being a session guitarist in Nashville was completely ruined. I was afraid of what people thought about me; that I was nothing more than “washed up” or “mediocre at best,” or worst of all, that I was a “failure.” Sure, I looked like I was getting better, but inside I was a complete wreck.

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Love - Hate Relationships

I struggled to understand how a man could lust for my soul, crave my words, and submerge himself into my spirit. This struggle was much deeper than I wanted to acknowledge - it transformed into an inability to separate positive body image from a man's desire for me. It dwarfed my potential to give myself fully into a loving relationship and instead, lead me into dangerous encounters & recurring heartbreak.

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Have Your Cake & Eat it Too

No one ever knew. No one had to know. And I was a rock star at justifying my behavior. It really was like this secreted relationship, and I became pretty exceptional at discarding all the fast food wrappers and little crumbs of evidence in other peoples’ trashcans, so it would never point back to the actual source.

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Hollywood to Skid Row

Having a positive image of my body and myself has been a struggle for me for a long time, and continues to be an everyday challenge. Growing up in the music industry, you are expected to look a certain way and to maintain a certain image. From a young age, I was taught to always have my nails, hair, makeup, and outfit “on point.”

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Sweet Cravings

If it's an eating disorder you're struggling with, I want you to know that you CAN have a positive relationship with food. There is hope to live a life that is fully balanced and healthy. Whether it's food or body image, it starts with letting go.

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Foosball Behind My Back

After my Junior Year of High School I went to both a USC football camp, and a Fresno State football camp. People kept saying how I had “good size and strength.” My dad and I began to train in a brand new way and I had a very dominant season. I accepted who I was as a “big boy” and I began to say to myself that I was, “a beautiful creation,” no matter what the world said.

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Selfie for the Man

I hated how I looked in the mirror; the fact that I had no muscle, the fact I was out of shape, that I had a stomach that stuck out more then my chest, that my thighs were big – stuff that we are told are only things girls worry about, not something a guy does...

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