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I’ve been stripped butt ass naked and left tryna figure out who the fuck I am. Everything stripped from me: the car, the money, the security, the friends, the city, everything. But none of that shit was really mine, it was all really just rented. Because none of that shit defines me. What defines me is something greater than all that shit. You know that feeling when you get exposed by a hard ass workout? When you’re there dripping sweat, getting yelled at to keep your hands up by some angry 64 year old Mexican dude. You feel exposed. That’s the real you. That’s why I workout so hard, to come into contact with that version of myself. This shit doesn’t have anything to do with putting on muscle and looking pretty, just to get complimented by straight dudes. That’s what I’m helping guys on my coaching program find out: who they really are. Who are you when we strip that fucking baby fat off your skinny fat ass? Who are you when life is testing you? Most men will fold and crawl back in their fucking cocoon. DM me “Purpose” if you’re ready to take the stand against r*p3 and stop letting life fuck you in the ass.