There was a time when I didn’t think I’d live to see 21.
It’s taken me years to say that out loud, let alone write it. I’ve opened up about my strength. I’ve shared the glamorous side of fitness, the discipline of body sculpting, and the creative flair of movement and play. But before I ever picked up a barbell or hung upside down from silks, I was just a girl at war with her own body—starving for control, craving invisibility, and slowly disappearing.