Vanity is awesome.

Last year, in July, I was just outside of Stockholm in an amazing Airbnb, when I watched myself in the mirror and thought:

Ugh.

What the fuck happened there?

I saw a body that was very much out of shape.

A body I somehow appreciated for what it had endured over the years, but deeply loathed from an esthetic point of view.

And there was mostly a complete disconnect between how I was feeling mentally and emotionally and spiritually, and how I looked.

I recognized that the vessel I have been given to live this particular life had been neglected and abused.

It really messed me up and I was very upset.

Vanity.

That is what stopped the decline.

Out of my utter frustration came a plan, a long-term plan, to change the way I look dramatically.

Because I somehow deeply realized that after taking such good care of my inner life in the last few years, it would just be logical to do the same for my appearance.

It just made sense.

My life has turned around SO much and SO dramatically, in the best sense possible, that I knew I could make it…