My Breast Implant Illness and Explant Recovery
Fitness has been my life and passion for over 40 years. As a child I danced, then I was a high school cheer leader, and in college I discovered aerobics and weight training. My transition into aerobics and fitness competitions was no surprise for anyone who knew me; my incredible 20-year career in competition consumed all of my thoughts, dreams and energy—until I lost my way.
I’ve never had any support from my family or loved ones with my life choices. My parents wanted me to get a “real degree” so I could get a “real job” (doctor, lawyer, engineer, teacher). Then when I married, my husband wanted me to get a stable office job. And lastly, my mother-in-law wanted me to stay home, cook, clean, have babies and dote on her son. I’ve always been a dreamer, a risk taker, and have had a flair for the dramatics; anything that says “non-conformist” draws my attention. For 40 years I had success marching to the beat of my own drum and it made me a strong independent woman. I was proud of my accomplishments (since nobody else was) and I was even proud of my failures because they were on my own terms.