Yea that me about 5 years ago
When I started my fitness journey, I didn’t know a damn thing about nutrition or proper training. Sure, I lifted weights in high school like every other teenager, but I didn’t understand how to train. I didn’t know how to target specific muscles, how important form was, or how much your diet could either make or break your progress. That came later through trial, error, and a lot of self-education. If I’m being honest, my biggest regret is not starting earlier. Not staying consistent when I had the time, energy, and youth on my side. But life has a way of teaching you whether it’s fitness, psychology, or even dating every day becomes a lesson. Every misstep becomes a blueprint for how to do it better next time. And no matter how tired or burned out I get, I keep pushing forward. Because the mission isn’t over. There’s one moment, though, that’s stuck with me like a fire that never goes out. Back in my senior year of high school, a female friend of a close family member looked me dead in the eye and said, “If you ever lost all that weight, I’d fuck you.” Yeah, that hit hard. Caught me completely off guard. And I’ve never told anyone that until now. Not because I’m ashamed. But because part of me remembers exactly how it felt to be seen as potential instead of valuable. That moment didn’t just shock me. Because as shallow as it sounds, there’s truth in it: when you start shedding fat off your face, your body people do treat you differently. You walk into a room and feel the shift. The respect. The second looks. It’s one of those hard truths no one likes to admit, but it’s real. Looks matter. Presence matters. And effort changes perception. I’m not at the finish line yet, and this isn’t just about getting lean it’s about becoming undeniable. About rewriting the way people see you. About turning a moment like that into fuel, not shame. Every day is a chance to become the version of me I should’ve been all along.