Borrowing Credibility

There's real credibility and there's puffed up fake credibility, here's my experience with both...

I borrowed credibility.

My Giorgio Armani shirts…

My YSL chelsea boots…

My Barton Perreira shades…

My Porsche 911 Carrera 4S…

These were all the tools I used to convince people that I’m “THAT guy.”

But there was a certain group of men whose respect I wanted most…

It felt like they almost had X-Ray vision and could see right through the facade I had so delicately crafted.

Energy doesn’t lie, and without a doubt, the vibe I was giving off was not one worthy of respect.

Because if we got down to THE TRUTH..

If you stripped away everything…

All that was left was a skinny fat copywriting dork who was wrapped in insecurities while self-sabotaging himself with his addictions.

He didn’t love himself, he said he did, but his actions proved otherwise.

He had no integrity, he would say he believed something and then do the exact opposite.

He was weak physically, emotionally, spiritually, and mentally.

Sitting on my living room floor, crying my eyes out, feeling into this painful harsh truth was the catalyst that changed everything.

It’s what pushed me to train like an absolute animal…

To make the commitment to creating a pure and real form of credibility through my body,

Aligning the body, the mind, and the soul is the only way to change the truth.

No amount of money can do that.