I spent fifteen years in dance, then twenty pounds of muscle changed everything.

My story.

I grew up in a ballet studio. From 8 to 24 I trained five days a week. I taught dance through my twenties and into my early thirties. Most of those years I was either restricting food or undereating without realizing it. I was thin and I was tired and I was honestly miserable.

At 32 a friend dragged me to a barbell class. I cried in the parking lot afterward — not because it was hard but because something had clicked. Within a year I'd gained twenty pounds, dropped two pant sizes, and slept through the night for the first time in a decade.

I got certified the next year. I started coaching women who looked like the dancers I'd taught — strong on the outside, falling apart underneath. I opened my own studio in East Nashville in 2020. It's always been 1:1. We never did group classes.

I work with women who've done everything everyone told them to do — every cleanse, every cardio class, every shrink-yourself app — and have nothing to show for it. We do the opposite. We add. We get stronger. We eat more. And the body finally listens.