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This is my body.
This not a before picture.
This is not an after picture.
This just happens to be what my body looks like on a random Tuesday in December of 2015 — it’s a LIFE picture.

 

This is a body that loves protein and vegetables and queso and ice cream.
This is a body that loves bent presses and pull-ups and deadlifts and sleep.
This is a body that has been abused with fast food and late nights and stress.
This is a body that has been pushed to the brink of leanness in figure competitions and maximum strength in powerlifting meets.

 

This is a body that begged for mercy when it was diagnosed with Hashimoto’s and PCOS.

 

This is a body that has been called:

 

  • too fat
  • too thin
  • too masculine
  • too strong
  • too weak
  • too big
  • too skinny

 

…all within the same week.

 

This body has been publicly evaluated, judged, and criticized, and those judgments have been used to determine my level of skill as a coach and a trainer, and my worth as a person, both positively and negatively.

 

Some people say they would “kill to have this body.”
Others say they would “kill themselves if they had this body.”
(Yes, unfortunately that’s actually a thing humans say to one another.)

 

This is a body that I spent too much time, energy, and mental space wishing would look differently.
And today?

 

Today this is a body that is loved, adored, and cherished by the only person whose opinion matters — ME.

 

This is the first year in as long as I can remember that I have made NO resolutions to change the way my body looks.

 

This is a kind of freedom I didn’t think I’d ever experience, and it feels really, really good.

 

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