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Sundae before the cherries (the ideal man)


I wanted to write about male self acceptance, both physical and otherwise. The idea of the ideal man. Strength, a pack of six and brave as a bull.

No- humans are not Captain America- or whatever character your head might turn you too.
And. p.s I am sure this fictional character has troubles too. like unwanted body hair. or anxiety. Do not let the cameras fool you.

Neither do they look like Adonis- and if you or your friend does (or get close to it), congratulations.
it is all a pleasant bonus. 
But that's the thing- bonuses; fit, guitar skills and the energy and streak of luck to create a start up company like all the millenials- no matter how appreciated, they are just that. a cherry on top of the sundae. The Sundae being You.

Now before this gets to ice cream referenced let me rephrase that.
You are enough.
Honesty, a warm embrace. It does not matter if there is or isn't dandruff sometimes. Love handles. Oily skin or a beard that will never start growing even if you so much would want it too because History Channel Vikings said that you should have that in order to be a man.

And, You do not always have to be brave, and yes- you are allowed to struggle, even fall apart.
The reason you are or will be loved by someone, a partner, is not because of always being the big spoon, for always having the presence of a shelter.
This being a rock, is a two way stream.
And even rock-stars break.

By being your honest self- from tip to toe, you are all the rock they need.
Realness is the true sexy, honesty feels safe.

So no matter what you think of yourself,
Always stay this way.
















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