Moore Than a Body: Rooted & Rising
This is a space for becoming.
For the parts of the journey that don’t show up in before-and-after photos. For growth that happens quietly. For learning to see yourself as whole-even while you’re still rising.
You don’t have to have it all figured out to be here. You’re welcome exactly as you are.
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Surgery Day
The day of surgery didn’t unfold in a way I can fully piece back together. It came in fragments. It came slowly and rushed at the same time. I remember waking up before my alarm and staring at the ceiling longer than I meant to. I checked the time more than once, even though I…
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The Call and the Countdown
I thought I would have more time. More time to mentally prepare. More time to ease into the idea that this was really happening. More time to adjust to the weight of it all. Instead, everything moved faster than I expected. The call came on a normal day. I was sitting at my desk, working…
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When the Decision Became Real
There was a point when the decision stopped living only in my head. Appointments were scheduled. Conversations were happening. Dates existed on calendars. The idea I had carried quietly was now moving forward, whether I felt fully ready or not. What surprised me most was how much of this phase had nothing to do with…
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After I Knew, Before Anything Changed
Once I admitted the truth to myself, I expected things to feel clearer. In some ways, they did. The constant internal argument quieted. I wasn’t trying to convince myself anymore. I had made a decision, even if I hadn’t taken the next steps yet. But clarity didn’t mean calm. There was relief — real relief…
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The Moment I Knew
I didn’t wake up one day and decide to have surgery. There wasn’t a dramatic breaking point or a single moment where everything fell apart. It was quieter than that — a growing awareness I could no longer talk myself out of. I had spent years trying to fix myself the “right” way. Trying harder.…
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Rooted: Who I Was Before the Change
Before anything changed on the outside, there was a version of me that carried a lot quietly. I carried stories about who I thought I was allowed to be. I carried the belief that confidence came later — after weight loss, after “fixing” myself, after becoming someone more acceptable. What that looked like in real…