When I got in to high school, well summer before freshman year, I became obsessed with wanting to be thin so I would run every day which got me pretty slim for a while. I thought that it would make me happy and it did but of course like most crash diets I rebounded. Shortly after I ended up getting really in to p90x, which then led to me getting a gym membership, but I was still in the obsessive mindset of wanting to be thin. I would restrict my eating because 1200 was the number the media kept throwing at us. Over training and restrictive eating got me to my lightest weight but even then I felt just as uncomfortable in my skin as I did when I was 13.

Deciding that I wanted to be a strong and powerful force to be reckoned with was the best decision I ever made. My body isn’t something that is supposed to “look good” to please other people. My body is mine. My body is strong. My body is fast. My body is capable of so much more than I used to give it credit for and no one can take that away from me. Now all I really care about is out lifting all the boys and smashing some PRs.