Beauty isn’t really as subjective as people claim it is.

Most of you are chasing the same physical-looking women or men.

We live in an embarrassing clown world; it’s as if the only requirement for public office is the ability to juggle incompetence, disingenuous communication, and arrogance while riding a unicycle through a minefield of stupid expectations.

Where people will lie to your face to pacify your feelings and tell you things that are either significantly false or gloss over the reality, staring you right in the face like a brand new puppy begging you for food.

One thing that always used to annoy me was when people would gripe about “beauty being in the eye of the beholder” or that “beauty is subjective”.

Why did it annoy me?

It was the year of 2014. Fat Trey (Me) would be told all the time how nice I am, how sweet I am, and how I’m going to make some lucky girl super happy.

Me: “Okay , lets go on a date?.”

You can guess the answer.

I was a great guy, just not for her.

But when I went from 284 pounds to 200 and 11% body fat.