My whole life I'd been the fat kunt that everyone made fun of and picked on, and I decided it's time for a change. Age 15 I was depressed and suicidal, decided to take it to the gym and I've been in love ever since.

Only been working out seriously for about 6-8 months (as of September 2012), before that didn't really follow much of a routine and ate whatever I felt like.

I could fill a whole book with this, but really it's a combination of the pump, watching your body improve and how a lot of the guys who used to pick on me now come to me for advice (I don't hold grudges, I'm willing to help whoever is willing to ask).