Identity is a funny thing. For the first 22 years of my life football was my identity. I was better than average, playing high school and then getting a college scholarship to play. After 4 years of college football my career came to an end. No NFL (like I always dreamt of), no more practice, no more teammates, and no identity. I was lost. I found bodybuilding/men’s physique. I competed, doing show after show-Trying to fill a void, trying to find a new identity. To the world it might have seemed like I had it all figured out- Winning shows, shooting magazines covers etc, but the truth was I was miserable. I felt the need to always be perfect. To always be in the single body fat %. I was constantly feeling like a failure. I often times would win a show and then binge eat my feelings away the next day, week etc. The cycle would repeat itself as I would begin “prepping” for another show... another chance to be “happy”, or so I thought. It took a few years but I came to the realization that competing wasn’t for me. I again felt like I needed to find my identity. Fast forward to the present. I still fight the need to be perfect but I have found a peace knowing that I wasn’t meant to be perfect. Our true value doesn’t lie in our “abilities”, but rather in our abilities to love and serve others. This comes in all shapes and forms. Find a way you can be of service and you’ll always have your identity.