P-WOT

06/12/2025

Every journey has a story. These are the battles behind mine. Quite simple really 💜👵🏼

24/11/2025

I spent years thinking about squatting three times my bodyweight. Years of work, doubt, setbacks, and life shifting around me. And in a day when I wasn’t even at my best, it finally happened.

I had made a promise to myself, and to someone who’s no longer here, that no matter how bad things got, it wouldn’t be the squats. And I kept that promise. It wasn’t just for me.

When I walked onto the platform, I looked the spotter in the eyes and said, “Please don’t let me give it up.” I repeated it twice. And he didn’t. He held the line when I needed it most. For that, I owe him and the entire GPC/UKIIL crew more than a thank you. They had my back when it mattered.

I need to appreciate my handler .santos.pt and the Portuguese team that stood with me, and everyone who supported me through this whole journey. It was all of us lifting that weight.

Special appreciation to and also , , , .bertelsen for everything really 🥹

01/11/2025

03/10/2025

I’m not like everybody else.
And you are not like me.

I grew up without knowing what a healthyfamily was.
So when I built mine, I swore I’d never put anything above them.
I won’t sacrifice them for training. Not for sport. Not for anything.

Powerlifting is fun.
Am I competitive? Maybe…with myself.
But if I have to choose between them and a gym session, I chose them 💚💙

Because strength isn’t only built under a bar.
Strength is built in caring.
In protecting.
In laughing and crying, in chaos and in love.

I no longer carry the weight of a family name.
The values I live by, I forged them.

I was thrown into the world untouched.
Maybe that doesn’t mean much on a platform.

One thing I know…

I’m not a quitter 💪🏽

22/09/2025

I’m a mother, a wannabe athlete, a friend, and a woman. I carry all those roles, and my emotions and hormones shape how I see the world sometimes. That’s human.

But here’s what is not ok: tearing others down to feel good, for the sake of it or because you are some sort of wannabe semi GOD.
Bullying is not strength. It’s cowardice. It’s easy to throw words at someone and walk away. What takes real strength is empathy, kindness, and respect and don’t forget, one day you will be the one needing that compassion too.

To the newcomers in this sport don’t ever sit in silence while someone disrespects you. Don’t you shrink yourself for their comfort. If someone comes at you to the point where you feel broken, sad, or questioning your worth tell them straight: to shut the F up.

The truth is that you don’t need to be the strongest, the prettiest, or the most gifted athlete to be respected. Your happiness, dignity, peace matter more than any opinion sliding into your DMs or social media.

Those who come at you with spite? They do it because your joy makes them uncomfortable, and your pain makes them feel powerful. Don’t give them that. Don’t hand over your peace as if it belongs to them.

Protect yourself, your energy. You are not here to feed others emptiness. You are here to rise, to push forward, and to keep going louder, stronger, and unapologetically yourself.

TAKE SPACE 🩷