Have you ever seen a leaf crumble? It doesn’t disintegrate or collapse, instead it becomes a shell of what it once was, a skeleton. Men are the same, they don’t splinter but rather become a husk of their former selves. I remember the first time I saw a man crumble, he seemed lost, purposeless. It reminded me of my childhood friends and the disappointment when we compared ourselves to Superman’s body and didn’t weigh up. No matter what, the Man of Steel was always stronger, always heavier, always better. I’ve since learned that our flaws are our best quality, our relatability is in our imperfections.