04/19/2026
Over the past few weeks, while in Washington, I’ve had the honor of standing before two Weight Watchers groups and offering a glimpse into my upcoming book, "Half My Size, Twice the Woman."
And something in me came alive.
I like writing… the quiet, reflective way of putting words on paper.
But this?
Standing in a room, feeling the energy shift, watching someone’s eyes fill with tears as something finally clicks…
It does more than light me up.
It sets me on fire.
There is nothing like witnessing that moment
when someone who felt invisible begins to feel seen. When someone who feels stuck starts to believe, even just a little, that maybe it’s not too late.
And I realized… this is the chapter I’m in now.
A chapter of boldness.
No more shrinking.
No more softening my voice to make others comfortable.
No more holding back the very thing that could set someone else free.
I will be loud in the ways that matter.
I will speak the truth of where I’ve been and what it took to rise.
I will let my light shine... fully, unapologetically.
But not for attention…
For connection.
For the one woman sitting in the back of the room, barely holding it together.
For the one who doesn’t want to get out of bed.
For the one who believes her time has passed.
For the one who has lost her voice.
Because that was me.
For so many years, that was me.
And if I can reach even one person with my story and she begins to feel that small flicker inside, whisper,
“Maybe there is still hope for me…”
Then I will keep showing up.
Boldly.
Loudly.
Faithfully.
This is not just about weight; it is about everything that holds a woman back.
And it is never too late…
to take the next step.
