Fembodied Fitness

Finally, archival footage has surfaced of my historic performance at Wembley.

Weird that nobody remembers me being there.

Thankfully, the footage speaks for itself.

The crowd was incredible.
The energy was electric.
My performance was courageous.
Freddie’s legacy remains largely unharmed.

AY-O. 😂

I’m a little woo. I believe in envisioning what you want for yourself—and I do think being able to see this version of me mattered.

But for a while, I used the vision to avoid the uncomfortable part. I’d journal, meditate, affirm it… and keep doing what I already knew, even when it wasn’t working anymore.

The answer wasn’t going back to extremes. I’ve done that, and I’m not going back. The work was being willing to question my old strategy and try a more nuanced way forward.

If you’re over 40, used to working hard for what you want, and frustrated that your body isn’t responding the way it used to, you don’t need to punish yourself harder. You may need to get curious about a different approach.

You can want to be lean and hot. You can envision it. And you can pursue it without making your life miserable.

If you’re willing to do both—the vision and the follow-through—you’re my kind of woman. DM me STRATEGY.

This is a really strong message. The heart of it is:

Wanting to look hot is allowed. Needing it to mean everything about you is where it gets dangerous.

A tightened version in your voice:

It is okay to want a fit body. It’s okay to want to look hot. It’s okay for your physique to be part of your identity.

Especially when you were an athlete, a competitor, or someone who has always held herself to a high standard—when you no longer feel like you look like you, it can feel deeply uncomfortable.

I believe your body can be an expression of who you are: your discipline, your strength, your standards, your capacity.

But it cannot be the entire source of your worth.

Build the banging body. Absolutely.
Just remember: your physique is the cherry on top of who the f**k you are—not the thing that makes you valuable in the first place.

Maybe you’re in a season of needing to remember who the f**k you are. If that’s you, I see you. 🖤🖤

The hardest part for me wasn’t just gaining weight.

And don’t get me wrong—I hated gaining weight.

I hated losing my definition.
I hated looking softer.
I hated not feeling confident in my body.

But the part that really hurt was what those changes did to how I saw myself.

For most of my adult life, I had known myself as the fit girl.

Strong. Athletic. Disciplined. Capable.

I had been an IFBB Fitness Pro. I’d competed at two Olympias. Fitness wasn’t just something I did—it had become part of how I knew myself.

So when I looked in the mirror and suddenly didn’t recognize that woman anymore, it felt like I had lost a piece of myself.

And I think that’s why this can be so f**king hard for women who have always been fit—or at least always known how to get themselves back in shape.

You’re not only looking at a body you don’t feel comfortable in.

You’re thinking:

What the f**k happened to me?

I knew that feeling well.

And because I had always been able to work harder and figure it out, that’s exactly what I tried to do.

More cardio.
Less food.
More restriction.
More control.

When those strategies stopped working, my instinct wasn’t to question the strategy.

It was to question myself.

Maybe I wasn’t disciplined enough anymore.
Maybe I needed to try harder.
Maybe this was just my body now.

What I eventually learned was that I didn’t need to stop caring about how I looked.

I didn’t need to give up on wanting to feel lean, strong, athletic and f**king proud of my body.

I needed a different strategy.

And maybe you do too.

If you’ve always been the fit one and lately you’ve found yourself wondering “What the f**k happened to me?” comment READY and let’s talk.

More isn’t always better.
Better is better.