While I thought my body was failing me, I was in fact, failing my body.
I remember being 17 and crying my eyes out in the shower. Why? Because I hated my body. I was angry at my body, I resented my body. I resented it every time I got hurt, every time I got bruised and every time it kept me from being able to ski. I wasn’t comfortable with myself and I wasn’t comfortable with my body. I felt weak and I was angry because I thought my body wasn’t made for skiing, yet skiing was the only thing that made me happy. “Skiing was the only thing that made