Body Image Isn’t a Cute Catch-Phrase; It’s a Goddamn Thief

My mom died in a car accident when I was 19 years old. It’s been 18 years, with only a few old pictures to tide me over. Eighteen years is a long time to remember how someone’s voice sounds or how their laugh echoes through the house or how their eyes crinkle up when they […]

Figure Competitor or Fat Kid?

I’m often asked why I don’t compete in figure competitions anymore. I’ve always answered along the lines of “I don’t like self torture” or “I like to actually eat when hungry” or some other sarcastic reply that highlights how rigorous the road to the stage really is. But those are just surface answers. The real […]