Today I got into a bad accident thanks to someone ignoring a stop sign. I’m ok, but the car will be in the shop for a while. On the flipside, I had a package stolen while I was away. it was a three piece herringbone suit, and got there just two days before I did. My neighborhood is typically very safe, but a gang took it. Well I had shrugged it off as a lost investment, but a neighbor filed a report and the police were able to recover it! The neighbor delivered it himself. Also a good samaritan drove me to the body shop. The takeaway here is for every bad person, there are so many good people who will surprise you with kindness. We musn’t lose sight of that.

I’m mastering the art of cooking, every gentleman should know it, in my opinion. Today’s menu item, sirloin steak. I marinated it in a combination of Spanish olive oil, lemon pepper, salt, garlic powder, and liquid smoke. It sits atop buttered fettuccine noodles, seasoned in salt, pepper, and garlic. What’s the verdict?

Today I decided to get off my you know what and dress up. I haven't been on it in a while but I'm bouncing back. And every time I dress up, I feel good about myself. And yes you do think differently. You seem to have a better focus of your day. Even where you see yourself future tense... As men it is important we take care of ourselves and maintain our look, style and stature of who we are as men. I recommend for ALL MEN to return back to the days of The Distinguished Gentleman. They days where wisdom, style, elegance and class was the standard of a man. A real Distinguished Gentleman at that.... #TerrificTuesday #RMRS #GentlemanStyle #OutfitOfTheDay

It’s absolutely and completely crippling me, and one of the biggest things I’m struggling with. I’m gonna be super open and vulnerable here, and so I do apologize for any rawness or negativity. Growing up, I’ve always been small. Smallest dude in my family. Playing sports I was too skinny. I got muscle, then I was too short. I lost weight from grief, and now I was too short and too skinny. I struggle with really really bad body dysmorphia, and it’s one of the reasons why I rarely send pictures of myself or my outfits here, because of how harshly I judge myself in them. I think the main reason it stems, though I’m no psychology expert, is from feeling helpless, tiny, and worthless as a kid. Growing up with a neglectful, covertly narcissistic dad, I was his golden child. And so love was conditional. I did one thing wrong, silence for days. My family, they had titles for us. And so desperately I wanted to be seen. To have something that separated myself from the rest. Whether it was athletics, music, anything, I was desperate to be seen for who I was, instead of an extension of my dad. I was so sick and tired of being ignored. Being told my reality wasn’t real. And being gaslit. And having seen and experienced a lot of physical abuse myself, and being powerless to stop it, and stop it against those I love, hurts me too. My stepbrother and I were both physically picked on by my dad. And when my stepbrother hit his growth spurt and grew to six foot two, he got left alone and my dad stopped hurting him. But I stayed the same height, and size, and where I was. And so it didn’t stop for me. Now this was long ago, and I escaped it. I stood up to him finally and built a life for myself. I’m safe now, and away from all of it. But it still hurts me. And honestly it stems in this insecurity about my height. I’m the smallest guy I feel no matter where I go. The gym. Church. Church especially. There’s this mold for how guys are supposed to look like. And they’re always tall. I don’t mean to sound like a victim saying this. But it’s frustrating feeling like you won’t be someone’s first pick.

At the end of the day for the OOTD, I thought to throw on a jacket and see how that looked. I should have been wearing this all day long. I didn't suspect the colors would align so decently.