The Art of Strength: Faye’s Unfiltered Journey

"I didn’t just build a body—I sculpted a soul."

Let’s rewind. Picture this: a 23-year-old art school dropout, crying into a pint of vegan ice cream, wondering why her ~aesthetic~ life felt so hollow. That was me. Faye. The girl who thought beauty was something you framed—not something you fought for.

But then—I broke. Not my heart. My limits.

I traded paintbrushes for dumbbells, canvases for yoga mats, and self-doubt for self-love. It wasn’t pretty. (Spoiler: growth never is.) I starved, binged, cried, and cursed my way through fad diets and fake gurus... until I realized: wellness isn’t a trend—it’s a rebellion.

So I became the coach I needed back then. The one who gets it. The one who knows your ‘glow-up’ starts in the shadows.

Now? I’m a walking paradox:
- Poet of protein shakes 🥤
- Architect of abs (and vulnerability)
- CEO of my own damn destiny 💅

My DMs? Flooded with stories like yours. The girl who’s tired of being told she’s ‘too much’ or ‘not enough.’ The one ready to burn the rulebook and sweat her way to freedom.

You’re not just building a body. You’re reclaiming your art.

Let’s create masterpieces, babe.

PS: If you’re still scrolling… this is your sign. That voice whispering ‘what if’? Listen. 🔥

PPS: Yes, I still cry. But now it’s happy tears—and hellaaaa mascara-proof. 😉