I make vidoes with my twin brother NEW VID Founder of @wakeheart
I make vidoes with my twin brother NEW VID Founder of @wakeheart
When going vegan I think the hardest part was my ego giving up “the right to eat whatever I wanted.” As I sat on that thought I realized doing that is simply taking away animal’s rights to live free lives. I personally could never kill an animal so I wasn’t going to let other people do it for me and then just buy them at the store or a restaurant. The transition from eating whatever I wanted to being strictly vegan was actually seamless and one of the easiest things I’ve ever done. I had fun finding my new favorite meals and vegan alternatives of my old favs. It feels good knowing about everything I’m putting in my body and exactly how it’s going to make me feel. It also feels good knowing that I’m giving back to the planet that has given me so much. 8 months down forever to go 💪🏻 Aight imma drop this vegan pancake recipe you’ll 100% love them trust me 1 cup old fashioned oats 1 banana 1/2 cup non dairy milk Blend Cook like pancakes Berries + syrup Eat Cry :, )
It was either I committed, or continued to let my insecurities breed more bad habits. Not going to lie, for a while I felt I was slipping. Turning into someone I had never known. No matter where we are in life, we know who we are deep down. Your spirit knows the REAL you. Your actions sometimes don’t reflect who you are. At times I felt as if my mind was at war with my spirit. Deep down I knew what I SHOULD have been doing to fulfill my soul, but my brain found an easier way out that forced me to make out of character decisions. These decisions were about the way I was treating no one but myself. It’s so easy to want to feed the part of your brain that thrives off of feeling like shit, when you’re already feeling like shit. That’s what I was doing. I wasn’t moving, I wasn’t working, I was eating terribly. I was treating the vehicle for my soul with complete disrespect. Since I had a problem with the way my acne made my face look, I for some reason wanted to look worse.. I’m an impatient person and not having an immediate solution for my acne made me angry and spiteful. I needed to flip my perspective. It took me a WHILE, but I realized there were still ways I could improve my SELF-image, without curing my acne. I decided I wanted to get into the best physical shape I have ever been in. I’d have good streaks then fail, over and over again. It’s easy to quit when not seeing immediate results. I had to respect and realize that every single GREAT thing I have in my life didn’t come about overnight. It alllllllll came with time. I accepted the fact that this journey might not be the most fun, and that I would have to wait a while. Once I did that, I committed. It began to be more fun than I thought and results came way faster than I thought they would. As my physical health improved, my mental state improved exponentially. I had SOMETHING to feel great about. I did it for no one but myself. It was my promise to myself, to ensure that I could feel like progress was being made in my life. No matter what obstacle got in the way of my day, I could still put my head on my pillow and know I was a better version of the person I was just that morning.
Why forfeit my confidence and quality of life just to fit the cliche reputation of a “man?” What I’ve learned is that it’s definitely “manlier” to just do whatever makes me feel like the most confident version of myself. It’s actually very simple now that I’ve written it...
I had severe acne, now my face is filled with scars and I can’t seem to be upset about it anymore... At first, my acne completely destroyed my self confidence. I’ve always been an advocate of embracing your appearance no matter what. I found myself giving advice to friends when they struggled with their self image. I was always so happy to hear that my words helped. If these were my own words, and they had proven to help others... why couldn’t they help me? I couldn’t seem to take my own advice. It’s so crazy how I honestly don’t care what people think, but I care so much at the same time. It makes about just as much sense to me, as that last sentence probably made to you. I slowed me entire life down because of marks on my face. Didn’t wanna be on camera, didn’t wanna go in public, didn’t want people to see me. I got to a point where I’d see friends that I hadn’t seen in a while and apologize about the way my face looked. In hindsight that’s the most ridiculous thing ever. What was going on with my skin was natural and unavoidable, but I couldn’t accept it. I’m used to going through everything in my life with having someone to relate to who goes through everything I do; my twin. This time, I didn’t have that. Gray‘s skin decided to just glow while mine did the opposite. This was the first time I was going through something ALONE... at least I thought. It wasn’t until I stopped hiding and finally expressed my vulnerable side to everyone who keeps up with me on social media, that I finally felt some sort of relief. Brave people who were going through what I was came to share their stories and comfort me. I’ll forever be thankful for you all, you truly got me out of such a shitty place in my mind. As I felt less alone, I felt more confident. Instead of my insecurities feeding off one another, my confidence ignited more confidence. It truly is the little things that initiate the climb out of a low place. I can’t say that I’m FULLY confident 100% of the time with the way my skin looks, but I can definitely say that my self image and mental state has improved immensely and reached a level I never thought it could be at again.
Gray caught me fuckin up my vegan waffles 🥰 and yes both pics are me this time
Grayson made me laugh on the roof
#blackouttuesday BLACK LIVES MATTER ✊🏼✊🏾✊🏿
Not today avocado toast. I win this time
hehehehehehehehehehe we got a cute little rope swing 😌
With all the craziness and uncertainty of these unusual times, the thing affecting my mental state the most was progression in my life being stunted by forces out of my control. As someone who finds happiness from routine, it was hard for me to adjust from the shock of my normal routine being completely destroyed. At first I felt myself going to sleep every night knowing nothing in my life was progressing. I needed to find satisfaction in something! I needed to know I was at least getting better at SOMETHING every single day. I decided to make that one thing my health. I felt like shit just sitting around eating junk accomplishing nothing. I challenged myself to try to get in the best physical shape I have ever been in. Staying on myself to work out every day, even if it’s just for a couple minutes. I’m starting to feel great once again. I’m starting to feel like I’m getting somewhere!! These weird times have actually allowed me to develop a healthy habit that I’ll take with me after this is all through. Focus on yourself, love u guys I’m also vegan
New pfp 😌✌🏻🤪
On the realest of real and also the truest of true shit, my mom is the strongest person I know. You’ve taught me my most valuable life lessons and I still continue to learn from you everyday. Even though you think I’m a know it all, cuz I am, I still look up to you because I admire your values and the way you live life. Thank you for absolutely everything ma. I’m sorry for being difficult and giving you a hard time sometimes, but then again I didn’t exist on purpose so I guess that’s your fault
In California rn there are bioluminescent algae in the ocean that light up when the waves crash. We went to check it out last night and we were freaking out as you can tell 😂
Our mom made us homemade masks for when we have to leave the house for necessary reasons. She made them fun by adding a kissy face and smiley face but honestly I think they’re fucking terrifying 😊
Mom gettin my edge up out here in nature happy earth day
Yellow is my favorite color
We built this ramp and Grayson yelled at me the whole time then he fell the first time he went off and that’s just karma 💁🏻♂️
my quarantine homie
I’m just thinkin... I got a little skinny this winter but then I’m also thinking... I do be kinda thic tho
Holy fuck last time I get nosebleed seats
Well, my hair is gone. I shaved it during the documentary my brother and I made for our dad. My dad is my role model. He taught me everything I know and every good quality that I have came from him. Growing up I always thought my dad was the most bad ass person on the planet. Now after watching him fight the fight he fought against this terrible disease and do it with the dignity he did it with, I know he is the most bad ass person I’ll ever know. I had never seen my dad insecure in his life EVER, besides the day he lost his hair from the various cancer treatments he was going thru to treat the cancer in his brain. He was upset because he thought his bald head made him look sick. He didn’t want it to look like he was fading. He wanted to be strong for everyone around him. He wanted us all to know that giving up wasn’t an option. He thought losing his hair would convince people he was giving up. I wanted to shave my head for him so bad so he wouldn’t be alone in this. He didn’t want me to, but I still should have. Thinking back, maybe I just wasn’t brave/confident enough to do it. Today, I’m happy to say I fuckin did it! I know it’s just hair and I wanted this to help show anyone who may be losing their hair or thinking about shaving their head to support someone who may have lost their hair, that it’s true, it is just hair. To me it symbolizes strength. I feel really proud. My dad wasn’t only just a bad ass, he was the most caring, kind, generous, thoughtful and just fuckin sweet man myself and pretty much everyone who knew him will ever know. He just wanted to help people, always. Gray and I wanted to be able to carry out his legacy and allow him to still be able to help, even though he’s been stripped being able to physically help here on earth. We started a cancer foundation so my dad will still be able to do what he loved most and help others, forever. My dad didn’t want ANYONE going through what he went through. To help those affected by this horrible disease, with my dad, visit LoveFromSean.org to donate. No donation is too small
This one meant to much too get tatted on the legs...
Just posting this to show u guys how good of a brother I am that’s all. Not only did I hand feed Grayson during his long tattoo appointment where he sat in the same spot for hours but I also went and picked up the food that you see me hand feeding him here in these photos (vegan ). I also entertained him by doing performances specifically in the form of dancing while he sat in this chair u see him sitting in