21 years in a body that wasn’t mine. Now I’m finally home. I spent two decades with implants. For two decades, I was in front of cameras — my body a commodity, a product, something to be displayed and judged. I thought that was just my life. Then I turned 46. Perimenopause hit. And something inside me shifted. I started asking: Whose body is this? Who am I when I stop performing it for other people? At 52, I chose explant surgery. And at 53, for the first time since I was 31 years old, I’m living in a body that feels like MINE. Here’s what shocked me: I’m not less visible. I’m MORE myself. I’m not less powerful. I’m MORE free. I’m not less worthy. I’m FINALLY authentic. At 53, in a body that’s aging, that’s changed, that’s real — I’ve never felt more like a goddess. The meditations inside Elevate Me helped me get here. Practices on body acceptance. On honoring the changes. On stepping into power exactly as I am. This is what reclaiming yourself looks like. Your healing deepens...