Thanks to a friend who inspired this shot, I pulled over at a view point on a mountain in Oregon and stripped down. It was kind of nerve racking, but then it was liberating and one of the most freeing experiences ever. Here’s to loving my body and myself and giving zero fucks.
Charlie’s answer to this question is one of my favorite answers ever. So much truth. Fear and panic and anxiety can sometimes mess with you so damn hard that you can become stuck and afraid to move. But you gotta punch through it! Keep trying! Force yourself to get out there! Make your life happen! Get on a plane, leave the comforts of your home city, meet new people, parkour around NYC, dance in the street, ride the subway, go to plays, see the movie, read the comics, eat the pizza, and then record a podcast about it with your bestie! Get excited and spread that excitement all around! Be infectious! Fuck all the toxic negative bullshit! Sing, smile, laugh and be your own biggest fan! Live your story. Write your story. Tell your story bc you never know how that might inspire someone else to have the courage to move forward.