I lift for a hundred different reasons; I eat right for a hundred and one.
To be able to move well and feel good about my body – regardless of my physical shape, regardless of my bodyfat level – that, to me, is empowering.
With every rep, I pull myself that much further away from the eating disorder demons of my past. I slap on some more weight and squat – because I’m a survivor.
With every bite of food, I keep my promise to myself to practice self-compassion and love, to stay properly fueled at all times.
Because it’s not actually about fitness.
It’s about becoming the best version of me.
Today, I’m thriving.
And this smile? Is genuine.