Well, the smartest thing to do is to just take a look at some of my free materials. If you like them, you’ll probably like my paid stuff too. If you don’t like them, you won’t.
But I think I’m supposed to do the whole autobiography thing now, so here goes:
I might be rocking a set of six-pack abs and getting paid by fashion brands that want to use my image nowadays, but life wasn’t always so “glamorous”.
Flashback to 2010, I was this awkwardly tall, awkwardly shy kid who had nothing going on for him except for being not-totally-terrible at playing the guitar (of course, no one knew that because I was too shy to talk to other kids, let alone girls).
I was in high school at the time (a traumatic period for a lot of us..), and I couldn’t talk to people for the life of me. Naturally, I didn’t really have any friends at school (apart from one or two equally lost souls from another class), so during breaks I’d either wander down the school corridors aimlessly while listening to Linkin Park, or I’d read books and magazines.
I would often flip through different magazines like Men’s Health and I’d admire the amazing physiques of the models… and I’d often think, “damn, I wish I could look like that”.
I mean, here I was, alone and miserable, while these guys were doing photo shoots on the Thailand islands or in Cancun, being featured in magazines, having boatloads of fangirls, living this amazing lifestyle, and – get this – getting paid for it!