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Have you ever felt like you’re fighting a battle with your own body that no one else understands?

Maybe for you, it was a diagnosis that seemed to come out of nowhere and changed everything. Maybe it was a long and frustrating cycle of dieting that always left you feeling worse than before. Or maybe it was a season of life—grief, stress, change—that took its toll, emotionally and physically, and you haven’t truly felt like yourself since.

If you’ve ever felt that way, I want you to know I see you. Because for me, it was all of the above. So many of you have seen my journey, but I wanted to share the real story behind it.

My Story Started Long Before the Scale

My relationship with my body was complicated from the start. Growing up, I was a product of 90s starvation diet culture, where being “skinny” was the goal, no matter how unhealthy the methods were.

In my early 20s, I was diagnosed with PCOS, and we began a long and painful journey to start our family. That journey included nine pregnancies. It’s still hard to type that number. Over several years, we experienced the heartbreak of three infant losses and six miscarriages. My body went through an absolute warzone of hormones, grief, emotional eating, and medical interventions like magnesium drips that caused insane fluid retention.

10 years ago at 30 weeks pregnant – yes THIRTY – we don’t make small babies

My Metabolism Had Officially Quit

By the time that chapter of our lives closed, my body felt completely foreign. It felt broken. My metabolism, for all intents and purposes, was non-existent. The old “calories in, calories out” formula was a joke. I once gained 20 pounds in three months from having one soda a month, with absolutely no other changes to my diet. It felt like I was being punished by my own body, and I was starting to believe I’d never have control again.

Finding Hope in Science

The turning point for me was realizing I didn’t need another diet; I needed a different set of tools. I started researching and learning about how my hormones and metabolic system were truly functioning (or not functioning). This is what led me to GLP-1 medications and peptides, like the ones I now get from Ellie MD.

For the first time, it felt like I wasn’t fighting my body anymore. Instead, I was giving it the support it needed to finally work with me. This was the useful, science-backed information I needed to finally find hope again.

This Isn’t Diet Culture – It’s Health

For the first time in my adult life, I have reached a healthy weight, and I’ve done it the HEALTHY way. There is no starvation here. In fact, I eat MORE now than I did before my journey began. The difference is that I’m making better choices, and my body is able to properly use the fuel I give it. This isn’t about fitting into a certain size; it’s about having the energy to live my life, feeling confident in my skin, and knowing I’m nourishing my body.

You’re Not Broken, and You’re Not Alone

I’m sharing all of this because I know how lonely that battle can feel. For years, I thought my body was broken beyond repair. If any part of my story sounds like your own, I just want you to know I see you, and you are not alone. Your story is valid.

If you’re curious and want to know more about the science-backed solutions that helped me, please feel free to leave a comment below. Let’s talk.

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Tomorrow at 7 PM in every time zone, join me in lighting a candle for my angels, Anthony Maddox, Avery Shea, Richard Franklin, and the six babies I lost to miscarriage. 💔 The Wave of Light is a global moment to honor the little ones gone too soon. Let’s light the way for our angels and let their love shine across the world. ✨ #waveoflight #InfantLoss #miscarriage #stillborn
♬ Never Not Remember You – Cooper Alan

Tomorrow, October 15th, marks a profoundly significant moment for families around the globe who have endured the heart-wrenching loss of a pregnancy or infant. At 7pm local time in every corner of the world, candles will be lit in a harmonious Wave of Light. This gesture serves as a collective act of remembrance, spreading warmth, understanding, and solidarity across communities.

As the mother of three precious babies now in heaven—Anthony Maddox, Avery Shea, and Richard Franklin—along with six miscarriages, this day carries an ineffable significance. Each of these beautiful souls has left an indelible mark on my heart, shaping my journey in ways words often fail to capture.

The Wave of Light is more than just a commemoration; it is a celebration of love and the cherished memories of children who brought immense joy, albeit briefly. It’s a beacon of hope, a symbol of resilience, and a gentle reminder that we are not alone in our grief.

Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day began as a recognition of this particular type of grief, which is often endured quietly and privately. Through initiatives like the Wave of Light, we are encouraged to share our stories and connect with others who intimately understand the complex path of healing after such profound loss.

Lighting a candle tomorrow evening at 7pm holds a dual meaning. It serves to honor the memories of our departed children, and it illuminates the path forward, building a supportive community where bereaved parents can find comfort and companionship. The flickering glow of each candle symbolizes the eternal place our children hold in our hearts; their light never truly extinguished.

For those who will join in this wave, take a moment to pause, reflect, and remember. Think of Anthony Maddox, Avery Shea, Richard Franklin, and all the tiny fighters who left us far too soon. Share their names, share your stories, and allow the world to recognize the depth of your love and the vitality of the memories you hold dear.

In participating, we unite in empathy and compassion. We affirm that while our children were fleeting gifts, their impact is everlasting. As the Wave of Light circles the globe, it serves as a beacon of collective support, reminding each of us that we stand stronger together.

Let us bask in the glow of this shared remembrance, allowing it to comfort our hearts and illuminate our path forward. Together, we keep their memories alive, caring for one another with the warmth and love that only a parent can truly understand.

To my precious angels and all the babies in heaven, you are eternally loved and cherished. And to every parent walking this difficult journey, may the light of tomorrow night bring you peace and solace.