This is me.

My story. Where to start. I hit everything late in life. I got into powerlifting when I was 26 and after that, I took that and ran with it. I found my Niche and I was finally able to be myself. I found a new me. My strength is my strength. I grew up with a twin brother. I’m the older twin. He was the outspoken, athletic, fun person. Me, I was the quiet, not a lot of friends type. Actually people, mostly girls, would be friends with me just so they can get close to my brother.

Growing up was hard. I ended up overweight and unhappy. But when I found my gym, my new home, family life was ok. Two years ago, my parents divorced after 38 years of being together. I was 30. I wasn’t sure how to feel, being an adult and your parents divorce, you don’t know how to feel. It put me in a dark place. I ended up with severe depression and on top of the social anxiety I already have, my emotions took a turn and ended up bipolar.

That was like a punch to the stomach. It took until now to finally get my parents to talk and they actually get along better than ever. They decided that being friends was better than being anything. For the sake of me and my brother they put their problems aside and now they communicate. Without them, my family, I wouldn’t have been able to get better and understand my new life. My twin brother is my life. I also came out a year ago, as well. My life has been a major pipe dream. But it’s a wave I’m willing to ride. My life hasn’t been better than it is now. I appreciate my past because it made me. I opened myself up and understood my needs and wants. I now get it. My life. My life, my story. That’s who I am. Just a gay fluffy powerlifter. That me. And I’m proud of that.