Mary Grace Donaldson-Cipriano

Recently, I came across an article written in The Atlantic with a very disturbing title. In the Age of Ozempic, What’s the Point of Working Out? Now, the full article was behind a paywall, and I certainly wasn't going to waste my time with a subscription, or filling out forms for a free trial, to read what I was sure was BS. The title alone reeked of misinformation, and the comment section on Facebook... well, let's just say it did not disappoint. I commented on the social media post, but...

Content warning: This post discusses body dysmorphia, imposter syndrome, substance abuse, and other intrusive thoughts. If these topics are sensitive for you, please feel free to skip this post. Well, blog. It's been a minute. New year, new age. 2026, and 37. When I started my journey, it was 2024 and I was 35. And while it still feels weird to say the following out loud, I've come so far since then. Woof, I actually felt writing that in my body because I'm still so used to not taking up...

Going with a niche topic today, folks. Bear with me. I promise it will be relatable even if you're not in the niche. If you know me at all (or have read this previous post ), you're well aware that performing is my first love that is not a family member, friend, or fur child. You also know that I have a number of loves: writing, content creation, community service, politics, pop culture, plane spotting, food (yes! it's still a love in the most positive way!), and exercise all rank pretty...