I became pregnant at 16. Again at 17. Survived things I won't sugarcoat. Lived on WIC and food stamps and worked two jobs because I didn't have a choice. That wasn't hustle, it was pure survival.

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Fitness found me working at Gold's Gym daycare where I collected fitness magazines like bibles. Strength training was the first place I ever felt power. So I dove in headfirst and never came up for air.

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Sixteen bodybuilding shows. An IFBB Pro card. National stages. Trophies, swords, crowns — all of it.

 

I built a 2,500 sq ft all women's personal training studio from scratch starting with my sister teaching pole dancing in living rooms.

 

For 19 years I showed up for thousands of women who needed a place to feel alive and stop abandoning themselves.

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And then I closed it.

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Not because I failed. Because I was done.

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Done running on fumes and calling it success. Done being so busy building something for everyone else that I forgot to check in on myself. Done letting fitness be my entire personality when I am so much more than that.

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So now? I deleted TikTok. I went ghost on social for months. I started talking to my plants. I named one Wal-Marsha because I got her at Walmart and honestly she's thriving more than most people I know.

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I'm figuring out what's next in real time and I'm bringing you with me through the podcast, the newsletter, and whatever comes next.

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I'm not here to be your coach anymore.

 

I'm here to be the woman who shows you what it looks like to blow it all up and build something better on the other side.

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Stronger. Softer. Sharper. More me than I've ever been.

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Welcome to the new era. Wal-Marsha says hi. 🌱