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Throughout my childhood, I was teased and bullied quite a bit. Being one of only two Persian kids at my elementary school (my sister being the other), my ancestry and name (among other things) were the source of many playground taunts. Growing up in LA in the 90s—during Desert...Read more
Have you ever wanted something so badly, while simultaneously believing that you can’t have it? That you’ll never “get there?” That it’s just not possible for you? I got my first muscle up at 35 years old, with absolutely no gymnastics background, and two herniated discs that sometimes inhibit...Read more
I never used to let myself get photographed from behind. As someone who grew up terribly self conscious about her legs, I’d worry about what people would think if they saw my dimpled thighs, self equating my (very natural) cellulite with words like “gross” and “flaw” because this is...Read more
Last week, during a fitness photoshoot, I intimated to my photographer and my assistant that I was the “heaviest” I’d ever been outside of my pregnancy. I put heaviest in quotations because I don’t actually weigh myself, and I think it’s just a placeholder for a variety of descriptions identifying an...Read more
You know what’s gross? Racism is gross. Homophobia, xenophobia, sexism—gross. Oppression and discrimination are gross. Telling people what they should and shouldn’t do with their bodies? Gross. Convincing people there is something inherently wrong with them in order to turn a profit? Gross. Ketchup is gross. (Don’t argue.) But you?...Read more
Fact: A woman’s primary purpose in life is not to have an “ideal” body. A woman’s primary purpose is likely not primary at all, but an amalgamation of the myriad things that make her unique and valuable—but her body, and how the world views and judges it, is not at the forefront. Or at...Read more
2016 was a year of extreme and unexpected growth for me, which, as many of us know all too well, is just a nice way of saying that I went through a lot of shit and came out alive. Sometimes I doubted my ability to do so, if I’m...Read more
I can’t become a warrior until I let go of being a victim. I’m wholly unashamed to admit that although I’ve been dealt this lesson over and over again during the past 3 years, I wasn’t able to fully grasp it until just recently. The thing about the Universe is...Read more
I have cellulite and I still love my body. Can you imagine?! Loving your body despite it’s very common and normal imperfections? Giving yourself grace instead of giving yourself shit? Speaking to yourself with kindness and compassion rather than disgust and disappointment? Thankfully for me, this is a reality....Read more
It happened during a Strongman training session, in which there were very heavy sandbags involved. The task was, pick up a sandbag from the ground and carry it 100 feet, working up to your heaviest possible bag. I love this kind of stuff, and I loved the newness and the challenge of the task. And it...Read more
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