My relationship with my body is a love/hate,
as I would describe it. There are days when I feel fantastic, where
I think I look amazing. And there are other days where I honestly
hate it. I hate my body. I wish my stomach was a little flatter, I
wish jeans fit a little better. I’ve always been bigger. I’ve had big legs and a big butt. My body is built for sport. My body is built for bobsleigh. I’ve worked very hard to get it here. It’s very much a machine. This is the body that I was born with, and
I’ve learned to accept it, I’ve learned to maximize its ability. Overall, I am more in love with how I look
and how I feel now than I ever have been. I’m 31, and it’s just getting better. But it literally has taken stages for me to
get to this point.