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    Here’s To The Women…

    Here’s to the women who rise and grind.  May your rise continue to be early and your grind be strong.  Here’s to the women who wear calluses on their hands.  May your weights continue to be heavy and your grip be strong, like your soul.   Here’s to the women with spit up and breast milk stains on their sports bras.  May your love for your body be fierce like your love for your children whom you carried in it, whether in your belly or in your heart.  Here’s to the women who eat.  Who nourish their bodies, with leftover kids pbj, or cheese, or tofu, or a big juicy…

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    The Skin You’re In…

    The skin we’re in. Thick. Thin. Pale. Tan. Brown. White. Freckled. Dotted with cellulite. Lined with stretch marks. Wrinkly. Shiny. We’re so quick to judge ourselves on appearances.   But how many of us can say that we’re comfortable in that skin. That we’re getting rid of judging, and moving onto acceptance. It’s taken me a lot of years to get to this point. To be comfortable in my body. To love the cellulite and the imperfections and the wrinkles.   I didn’t always. So I decided one day to ask for help. I was tired of being tired, being self conscious, and not getting the results I wanted from…

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    Why I Became a Beachbody Coach

    I remember that day that I walked into the gym, not really sure of what I was doing but decided to give it a shot.  I had worked out before in a gym, granted it was in high school, but I could pull it off, right?  Well… I got some weird looks.  I was a scrawny, skinny girl, barely 20 years old, and couldn’t lift much to save my life.  I looked around at my company and was clearly out of place.  I didn’t know what I was doing and no one bothered to help me.  Instead, I heard a couple snickers when I tried to use the leg press…