I Didn't "Bounce Back"—I Fought Forward

Let’s stop romanticizing the bounce-back.

After having my child, I didn’t bounce back. I didn’t wake up one day motivated with abs and energy and a Pinterest-worthy routine. I woke up exhausted, overwhelmed, and angry at a body I didn’t recognize. I was trying to hold it all together—with spit-up on my shirt and tears behind my smile.

No one tells you how lonely motherhood can be.

How your identity slowly fades under grocery lists, laundry piles, and little hands pulling at you every five seconds. How you lose time for yourself, and eventually… you lose yourself.

I was there.

Giving everything I had to everyone around me, and leaving nothing for me. I was mentally drained, emotionally numb, physically disconnected. But one day, I decided I didn’t want to bounce back—I wanted to fight forward.

Not just for a smaller waist. But for peace. For power. For presence.

I started showing up in the small ways:

A walk around the block.

A workout with a crying baby next to me.

Drinking water instead of caffeine for the fifth time that day.

And those small wins? They added up. They turned into strength. They turned into muscle. They turned into ME coming back to life.

I didn’t get here because I was motivated. I got here because I was done choosing everyone else over myself. Because I deserved to be on my own damn priority list.

This isn’t about “snapping back.”

This is about building a version of you that never existed before. A version who knows her worth, lifts her own weight—physically and emotionally—and never apologizes for taking up space.

If you’re in the thick of it right now, hear me loud:

You don’t need to be perfect.

You don’t need permission.

You just need to start.

One rep. One meal. One boundary. One brave-ass decision at a time.

Welcome to the evolution.