You ever start going through old yearbooks and pictures, then notice you wasn’t all that great to look at? Let me tell you how my confidence was on some disrespectfully low levels back in the day.  I hated wearing my glasses just because they where so dam big. My shirts where always tucked into my pants. I really didn’t wear anything name brand. I was definitely rocking Fubu like it was still the hottest thing on the streets (I actually don’t think it was Fubu, probably some Chinese knockoff).  No sense of style and colors, I would just get dressed. I was picked on a lot. I wasn’t good with jokes back then. I was just an ugly kid trying to make it through life.

As an ugly kid trying to make it through life I definitely had a crush on a lot of chicks. They would never give me the time of day at all.  I struggled at spitting game to a girl. “I like your shoes,” I was that weirdo. My soul would be hurt when they told me to go away. If I was a bit more light skin I think I would have released an emotional album like Drake. The thing that hit me the hardest is when I hit puberty and I broke out like crazy, acne everywhere. I really was an ugly dude trying to get by on these streets.  I think the thing that kept me together is the people I surrounded myself with. We just lived life and enjoyed every moment of it.  I feel like once I hit college everything before that didn’t matter at all. College was the place where I defined who I would be for the rest of my life and that’s what I did.

I thank the lord everyday for puberty not lasting that long because my face could not endure any more hardships. My own sense of style finally came in, confidence followed and I could only go up from there. Not saying I am the best thing to look at but I am pretty sure I am okay to take out in public. I am oblivious when females are trying to get my number or kick game to me. “It was nice talking to you, but I am going home now.” I am the most direct person you will ever meet. Don’t worry my confidence level is on Diddy right now and I am still that ugly kid from 1988 but I’ve just matured and stayed humble. I don’t search for validation from people, just from myself. When it comes to that point where you have to search then you already lost. The thing about getting older is that those people that didn’t want you back then always want you now but that’s another story.

1988: Ugly

2006: Ugly

2015: Still Ugly 🙂 #ThugLife