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This place makes you want to do right by yourself and the people around you. There is trust in the walls. Today, when I look in the mirror, I do not see perfect. I see me. - Allison
My wellness journey began 10 years ago, when I lost my mother and grandmother in the same year to cancer.
I began sorting things into two files: one for the things which make me deeply, truly happy, and one for all the other bullshit. I was a bowling ball in the kiddie lane, slowly creeping toward an unknown destination by rebounding between opposite, climactic experiences, all the while desperately pulling for the meaning of balance. And I continued to bounce to the next – the next job, the next bar, substance, partner, city – and without fail, I was always lead back to my body. My body had the answers. My body knew the difference between a “fuck yes” and a “fucking run.”
I kept listening. Kept bouncing. Head down, eyes big and blue and forward.
Piece by piece, I sorted my misalignments. Obsessing over anatomy and nutrition. Obsessing over body control. Confusing myself with all of the conflicting information I was receiving. I dove in head first but rarely gave anything enough time to manifest real change.
I’ve always known I’m not average. I have always worked my ass off to cultivate a shine that can’t be dulled, and yet, something on the outside refused to sync up.
I found MFF upon approaching my one-year anniversary with NYC. Couldn’t afford it, but signed up in a fight or flight type of way (after several glasses of red wine). I had never stepped foot in the place. Registered in total faith, as per results I had seen in friends who’ve completed the program. I had NO idea I had found the missing piece to my puzzle!
I followed every single component of this program to a T and I am NOT that guy. This place makes you want to do right by yourself and the people around you. There is trust in the walls. It’s a perfect blend – being asked to recall the magic and the guts you had as a kid, but with a foundation (!) of mature integrity regarding education and technique. This Motley Crue community comprised of every size, shape, color, and species (I swear I saw a unicorn sitting at the front desk the other day) has allowed me to kick my own ass because I know there is no fucking room for judgement in this space, including SELF-judgment. WHAT A GIFT.
That to me is church. It is why I am going to continue to walk through those rainbow doors week after week and GIVE. I love y’all so much for seeing my star from day one, and for so boldly and CONSISTENTLY being your weirdo sexy-nerd selves. You are my people. I know I can inspire in this place as much as I myself am inspired, and I know I belong.
Today, when I look in the mirror, I do not see perfect. I see me. (I mean it, like, hear it in my accent, y’all). I really can see the angels that follow me. (I certainly would never have had the confidence to shine this new platinum halo on my head if it weren’t for the MFF team and this program!) 😉
