This is a clip-filled time capsule of the last 8 years: the workouts, the travel, the everyday moments, the “in-between” pieces of a life being transformed. It’s raw. It’s joyful. It’s honest. I’m healing from the 15 years of being brushed aside - the doctors who didn’t hear me, the labs that didn’t “catch it,” the feeling that I had to shrink myself or push harder just to be seen. I’m healing from the shame I carried for being overweight, from the internal voice that whispered “you’re not enough.” I’m healing from punishing my body for what seemed like “failures,” from thinking that self-love meant perfection or that rest was weakness. This journey has taught me something different: that healing is messy. That it is active, yes - but also gentle. It is forgiving my body for believing its worth was measured by a scale. It is rewriting the story of “not good enough” into “always worthy.” It is seeing the sweat and the travel and the laughter and the tears all as parts of the same move...