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10/23/2026

Just a girl with two very important appointments on her calendar:

💗 Oncology appointments
💪🏼 Arm Day

One appointment determines my treatment plan. The other determines whether these arms are doing their job. 😂

Living with Stage IV breast cancer is a weird little balancing act between monitoring my health and trying to build the best damn version of myself.

Some days I’m discussing scan results. Other days I’m discussing whether my triceps have finally decided to participate. 💀

Different kinds of progress. Both matter to me.

Anyway… if anyone needs me, I’ll be over here trying to grow muscle while my medical team keeps tabs on everything else. 😂💗

10/20/2026

I didn’t choose cancer.

I didn’t choose the treatments, the side effects, the physical changes, or the emotional baggage that came with it.

But I DO get to choose how I care for myself through it all. 💗
And that has been one of the biggest lessons of my life.

I can’t control every scan result. I can’t control every symptom. And I certainly can’t control what tomorrow holds.

But I can make choices that support the life I’m living today.

I can move my body when I’m able.
I can nourish it.
I can rest without guilt.
I can work on my mental health.
I can learn to love a body that has been through things I never imagined.

Healing isn’t always about making the illness disappear. Sometimes it’s about learning how to live well while it’s still part of your life.

And THAT is the work I’m committed to. 💗

10/19/2026

Cancer survivorship: the unfiltered edition. 😂💗

Because apparently surviving cancer comes with a whole collection of side quests nobody warned us about.

The chemo brain. The scanxiety. The unsolicited medical advice. The never-ending appointments. And trying to figure out who the hell you are after your entire life gets flipped upside down. 🫠

Some of it is heartbreaking. Some of it is exhausting. And some of it is so ridiculously absurd that you genuinely have to laugh.

I’m not here to pretend cancer was all sunshine and pink ribbons.

I’m here for the women navigating life during and after treatment, trying to recognize themselves in the mirror, rebuilding their confidence, and learning how to laugh at the absolute chaos along the way.

You can be grateful to be alive and still think some of this s**t is ridiculous. 😂

So consider this your reminder that you’re not the only one.

Cancer girlies, which slide is painfully accurate for you?! 💀💗
Right now I’m feeling slide number six 🫠🫠🤣

10/18/2026

Survived chemotherapy and apparently decided I needed a NEW form of suffering. 😂💀

So naturally, I chose lifting heavy s**t, waking up before the sun, and paying actual money to have someone yell “ONE MORE REP!” at me.

Honestly, questionable decision-making on my part. 🤣

But somewhere along the way, the gym became one of my favorite places to be.

Turns out I didn’t just find a hobby after cancer. I found a whole new side of myself. 💗

And now I own more gym clothes than regular clothes. Send help. 🫠

10/16/2026

Cancer really has a way of changing your relationship with your body.

One minute you’re mad because your jeans don’t fit right, and the next you’re sitting in an oncology office discussing things you didn’t even know existed. 🫠

Suddenly, the things you used to complain about become the things you’d give anything to have back.

And now here I am… voluntarily doing burpees, lifting heavy s**t, and paying money to be physically exhausted. 😂

The plot twist is honestly ridiculous.

But somewhere between surviving cancer and figuring out what the hell comes next, I started looking at my body differently.

Not as something that needed fixing.

But as something worth experiencing life in.

And I’m going to have a whole lot of fun figuring out what that looks like. 💗

To the women learning how to live in their bodies again after cancer… I see you. 🫶🏼

10/15/2026

Some days I feel unstoppable. Other days, I’m just happy I made it through the workout. 😂

And you know what? Both deserve to be celebrated.

Living with the long-term effects of cancer has taught me that progress isn’t always about lifting heavier, running faster, or burning more calories.

Sometimes progress is simply having the opportunity to move my body when there was a time I couldn’t.

I’ve learned to stop measuring every workout by how much I accomplished and start appreciating the fact that I GET to do it.

Not every day has to be your best day to be a day worth being proud of. 💗💪🏼

10/14/2026

The official video is finallllyyyy here 🤗😍I had to splice it a little bit— I stumbled my footing getting into my back pose & I did not like how it looked 🫠 so I cut that ish out of it!

Not every single routine, stage shot, and flow can always be perfect. What was important is that I didn’t beat myself up over it and still knew I put my best on that stage. ♥️💋

A small part of me has thought, maybe after this season, I’ll be good. Maybe my bodybuilding phase needs to end…? The way my hormones fluctuate in the deficit— doesn’t make me the best wife or mother I can be during those prep weeks. This last prep kinda scared me a little & made me so aware of this fact.

But then I start to tear up…like I makes me emotional to think about quitting something that has brought me so much joy & determination. Something that has given me a purpose to believe in the impossible again. It’s given me something that I can control my own pain over.

For me, bodybuilding has become like a tattoo.
Most people with tattoos don’t really do it just because it looks cool, there’s a trauma & a hurt inside. There is a need to be control of your own pain for once. To be able to sit there in the pain that you chose for yourself— makes it hurt less than any kind of pain that was chosen for you out of your control.

So what if the ONLY thing I can be selfish about, is this?
I give myself to everyone constantly. I show up in more ways than 98% of the people around me even notice or care. BUT, bodybuilding and working out are literally the only way I have shown up for me, in a really long time. It has helped teach me that I can do anything.

So, no. No I’m not done after this season.
This is only just the beginning of something I never thought would EVER be a passion of mine.

You see a half naked chick in a bikini, and probably think “wow why would she even post these pictures. She just wants attention”

GIRL. I do not f***ing care what you think or the next random guy that makes an unsolicited comment on it. If you took even half a second to take a minute to pay attention to my WHOLE story….

This body has survived.
This body has almost died.
I am not giving it up!!

10/14/2026