Wait….Winter workouts?!

So obviously we’ve all heard of “making summer bodies in the winter” right? I really never even attempted this until after I had little babes! You know the whole no shaving in winter? Haha let’s just say I used to hibernate my workouts all winter long pre-babies.

In today’s society I swear bullying is getting worse, and self esteem is dropping lower-let me re-phrase true self acceptation is decreasing no matter how much confidence people show online. I won’t get much into that today, after all this is about outer appearance I want to focus on!

After kids not only did my day-to-day life/school/work schedules change but my eating habits/workout habits/”lack-there-of” have all gone bonkers. After Avynn, and again after Ivory I developed umbilical hernias. This made my workouts super painful and made my stomach constantly bloat. After giving birth to these huge monsters my midwife suggested for me to grab a waist trainer and train 2 hours a day to help re-build my core. After undergoing a surgery to repair 2 huge hernias in July my workouts have fluctuated.

This post is for the Mama’s, or really anyone super busy who needs alternatives. Or maybe this post is for me-to motivate, to look back and see progress.

After Avynn my stomach was terrible. I carried a 9lb 4.5 oz 21.5″ beast , and once she arrived my skin was stretched, my stomach was scarred and marked. I did core workouts and used a ton of “wraps” on my tummy and almost 2.5 years later I was seeing results but never publicly would reveal my stomach (aside from family). However, my confidence remained because I gave birth to a mix of myself and the love of my life- life’s greatest gift.

It reminded me of childhood where I remember never judging myself, never caring about anything physically aside from how skinny I was and how hard it was for me to gain weight. I remember buying boxes of Twinkie’s and housing them before bed-lol gross.

After Ivory my hernias were worse-another big babe: 9 lb 1.5oz 20.5″ thanks Jamesy

Now after Ivory, I realized how much harder life was with 2. Guys….INSANE. Two girls is like having 20 I swear it. I love it though, I’m busy, or stressing 24/7. So when I’d want to bang out a workout I’d finally get Ivory down, while Avynn destroyed her room with dolls, clothes, and anything she could steal from my room.

I soon started chopping workouts in half-then I’d throw my waist trainer on and be out-the-door.

I slowly started slipping into a depression- life, unfortunate events, and lack of workouts took over me. So the waist trainer turned to a habit. Then I had my surgery. After surgery I had 8 weeks with no lifting-yikes

Depression grew and grew, I needed a boost quick. I hurdled over all of my downfalls and slowly started workouts again. Once I started my semester in September between classes I drove home while my mom still had my girls and I killed every workout. To speed up results I started using a scar cream from Celsus . They sent it to me just in time for my surgery and I finally whipped it out.

It’s now 5 months later and my skin is finally tightening, my abs are slowly creeping through, and my surgery scars are fading beautifully-esp with a fresh spray tan

Their scar cream is used for not only scars but stretch marks and also helps with anti-aging!

I’m offering a discount for anyone interested!

However, to complete this post I have a few tips to reaching those body “wins.”

First: Accept that you’re human, but don’t use that as an excuse. I did this for too long. Telling myself “oh well, you’re never going to look better you had two kids.” This is crap. Because I’m a strong woman, I bounce back; we all do. It’s mind over matter for sure, and I wish I screamed this in the mirror 4 years ago.

Second: Make time for you! I’m extremely blessed with way too much help from my huge family. My mom, my sisters, my brother, James’ family; everyone. Since day one if I had appointments, work, school, blog events, anything: I could count on someone. Don’t be scared to ask for help, or accept help. You’re not a bad person for taking some time for you. Don’t go crazy, just take a segment of time out of your day/week to get yourself pampered, go to the gym, escape life and read a book for an hour. Mine was going home and working out before picking the girls up

Third: EAT! No seriously, too many people stay so busy they skip meals. This was 2017 in a nut shell for me. First I started working 2 jobs trying to hustle-only eating breakfast then a late dinner after 9:30pm. Then I started classes and picked on snacks between classes-you could say the coffee diet was reaaaaaal. However I soon realized the only words out of my mouth each day was “ughh I’m so tired.” Breakfast is most important, we all know that, but all day we need to snack, and eat for energy- otherwise we crash, slump, and become lazy. Common sense right? So I learned to plan ahead. Left overs are perfect lunches. Eggs with peppers and onions cooks in 6 minutes-bam. And then, grab a protein shake, this gives me more energy than any coffee!

Lastly: Find balance. It’s the hardest part of becoming a parent let me tell you. It’s a tough feeling knowing you have to rely on someone else to care for your children so you can selfishly go to school or go to work. This is why I understand why people wait until career stages to have children. Or why people marry then have children-I don’t know how single parents do it-I’m so blessed to have James. I’m so blessed for my family for helping me. However, as I said it’s tough finding balance/accepting balance. You want to dedicate all of your energy into one thing; being a good parent, but spending time away from the girls to go to class or work kills, especially knowing someone else is with them so much. Or wanting to put all of your energy into taking care of your body but instead skipping meals. But we can all be selfish. Again, take an hour a day to do something for yourself.

I find flexibility in motherhood. I won’t workout every day, but I find 5 Days. I throw some Celsus on my stomach, clip on my waist trainer and keep it on for a few hours after my workouts. Not only has my waist trainer helped with workouts, but after workouts it makes my stomach feel so much better. You have to find what works best, what boost helps results come quicker. I always thought it was harder to workout than to be lazy but I was 100% wrong. It’s way harder being lazy. Because all the results we’ve built up, restarts and it’s 10x harder to step back up again.



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Growing up whenever I would hear the word power/powerful I always thought it meant how strong someone was, and that to me was always physical. Years later power to me doesn’t just boil down to muscles, haha

I went through a huge funk this past year, and it allowed me to get back in touch with me. My passions, who I am, and what I love. Growing up I loved to read and write. I was super late in the game reading Girl Boss about 8 months ago, but let me tell you I’ve re-read it a thousand times; even just small excerpts to remind myself to never give up during those times when my overthinking brain screamed louder than my open heart.

Luckily I’ve been anything but negative lately, something has come over me and it feels so amazing! I picked up “Power of Broke” by Daymond John ( for those of you who don’t know Daymond he is the “people’s shark” from ABC’s Shark Tank).

To me, Daymond isn’t just the “people’s shark.” I remember growing up my older sister would rock FUBU and whenever she’d sleep out at a friends house I would steal her clothes and wear them…growing up with sisters man haha

So Daymond has always been a HUGE inspiration for me, mostly because of the fact that I could relate to him 100%. I remember years ago I was reading an article about him and his journey, and the one point that’s always stuck with me was his ability to build a brand out of his house-sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor right nearby some clothes he had to ship out.

This image never left my head. I’ve received handfuls of advice about entrepreneurship from plenty of experienced people, bitter people, and helpful ones; but I’ve always felt they’ve never been delt my cards, felt my footsteps. And man when I tell you, Daymonds book is speaking levels. I’ve screamed YASSSS outloud so many times, and smiled twice as much.
I am the Power of Broke. Since day 1 nothing, ever has been handed to me. This is 100% the reason why success never came easy. I’ve always been lazy with excuses and doubts; telling myself nothing could ever happen for me. I’ve never felt things were in reach, or even at the end of the tunnel for that matter. This was until I became a mom. At first I let life beat me up a little, then I grabbed the gloves. Now I am hungry.

Never in my life have I ever felt so powerful, and a huge reason for this is because of the push. I’ve been pushing out of my comfort zone, and having faith in prayer. But guys, prayer is only so powerful ’til backed with action.

I’m on my way to a meeting that will push something I’ve been working on, and I can’t wait to share with you all. Reading to me, alters reality for me, well actually it puts reality back into perspective. Hearing multiple success stories has overwhelmed me with faith.

I want to thank you Daymond for your down-to-earth real advice. It’s such a breath of fresh air to hear reassuring words from someone who never let money change him. Just know you pulled me out of a depression-you gave no false hope, just reality. So I thank you. You hit it right on the head when you described the power I hold as an individual in my circumstances. The power of positivity is really what this generation needs.

If you guys haven’t had the chance to read, and you’re one of those who have been in a rut lately; he got you!

And in honor of power, you all know Red is the perfect symbolic color! I chose to mix pink and powerful. Pink was a huge theme of my first collection I dropped; then I snatched it back. I wasn’t ready, but now more than ever I feel so powerful. Ladies don’t be scared to colorblock-although James wasn’t feelin’ this look at first, he came around haha

Scattered thoughts. But I am me.

I’ve slowly but surely distanced myself from my “dream world,” I used to spend every single day planning a shoot, attending a shoot, or styling for one. There were times I felt the most confident I’ve ever felt, and more times contemplating ways to better myself in order to ease the pressure of confidence, and settle into who I am and who I was becoming. There were so many people contacting me sharing that my 4o1 fierce site was entertaining, and they loved my “voice.”

I have loved to write since I can remember. It was obviously required throughout grade school, but I loved my English homework. My journalism homework; reading a book after homework. I remember so clearly going to Florida when I was about 9 years old. I brought a little journal with me for all of the Disney characters to sign in. Except, I opened it on the plane ride there. I began to vent to my journal about how scared I was to fly.

This memory so little to me became so significant to me just last week. James and I took a flight to Florida. We had a full flight, and we boarded last because we didn’t bring Avynn with us (for specific reasons). We sat in the back row of the plane right in front of the bathroom (yuck!). However, rising above the clouds always intrigued me and at almost 24 years old, I was still amazed being above something so incredible. My “routine” that I left miles and miles below the clouds. It opened my eyes completely. We pushed through some storm clouds and turbulence, all to coast through sunny, relaxed skies. All while experiencing this I realized in my head I was talking myself through the journey. Flying always made me nervous, because come on, look at the world we live in today! But at the moment I was coaching myself through it. Not with a pen in my hand, but a thought in my head. Keeping a journal and venting to a diary was always a first comfort for me. Realizing that I was now old enough to cling to James was not the only way I found comfort in my flight. Being miles and miles away from a life that I have reflected on for months-was something I really needed.

Back in Rhode Island I was going through an identity crisis. Spending 10 months sharing my body with another human being was enough to bless me for the rest of my life. It blessed my brain, and my every thought. I began reflecting too much on what I went through and this began weakening me. With words from outsiders, opinions, and financial struggle; I began to break down. Think about how much we as individuals judge ourselves. Our solution to this is either maintaining a mindset of “I don’t care what anyone thinks or says,” constantly beating ourselves up over it, or making goals to fix it. For me, I could not find peace with any option. It was all because I realized in only a quick 2 years that I’ve birthed another human, I have been re-thinking, re-tracing my every move. I now have someone who is allowed to judge me, who I am allowed to change for. I am now who she looks to.

That was enough pressure to give me a breakdown. It happened. I began to make changes to allow peace in my life.

No one is perfect, but not a lot of people can accept and admit when they fail. It wasn’t until a grown man, and someone who I very well respect, sent me an email informing me of how he and some of his co-workers enjoyed my passion for women/feminism. Little boosts from outsiders does not fuel my confidence, but instead fuels my drive to inspire. With my #breakteeth campaign my goal was to inspire those and remind those of acceptance. Who we are is slowing becoming “who we were.” Not many stay true to themselves anymore. Social media, entertainment, and society sucked all “naturals” away. Living in a lifestyle that is so close to the “real world” has made me really think; and really #Breakteeth.

My trip allowed me to spend time with my father, and hash out my childhood to make peace. My road trip home showed me trees so big; I felt so small. I felt so humble, so down-to-earth, so in touch with myself. When James and I drove through Jacksonville, we gave a meal to a homeless man who responded to us with “Jesus loves you.” Something sounding so small became so big. The homeless population always incorporates mixed emotions from the world. Some say they chose the life, some say they deserve it;others “feel bad.” Just the quick stop with this man made me think about how small my problems really are. All things I thought were crumbling from my fingers, could always be grasped, and re-built. All things that have passed me, are not for me. We have full control. I have full control. My dreams could have been reachable through my “what ifs.” But we are here today, breathing, moving, while the world spins. I can’t control what is gone, but what is left. I have had dark thoughts, and ones so bright I felt as though I was blind from the weight of my own goals.

I gave up on things I’ve once felt were so near, and now that I fell off of the ladder, I have learned to build new steps instead. Wooden ones. They will get wet and get weak. They will creak and splinter, but wood is natural, and ladders are man-made.

I have committed to filming for a very big network, and my trial is in just a short 3 weeks. I will then be re-building my portfolio with the objective of embracing what it feels to be a woman. I will actively be using my 4O1 Fierce as an outlet for all of my social media accounts.

#Breakteeth for me has just evolved. It’s not just about trying to remind women of their beauty, remind them of the goods. Sometimes we work best under pressure. For me, I do not. I do not work well when stressed. But what I can admit is that there is beauty in the break down. If you have to break down first to build yourself back up, and you realize your journey; you are already winning. Break down to then show teeth. Go through the lowest, just to smile when you’re way up.

I hope to encourage someone, anyone out there to push, climb, and build. We are so so tiny in a huge harsh world. Fulfill your passions, and even if you break down, #breakteeth



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Hello all!!

Hope you had an amazing holiday, and can’t believe it’s already the first of December!! And it’s a sunny 63* here in the Ocean State! Before I begin adding all of my links to my site, I would like to ask if everyone could double check to make sure you liked and shared my Facebook Fan page! Once you do so, you will receive all updates on future contests that I need your help to vote! click the link below, and feel free to like & share with your family and friends! Just a few months ago I had under 3,000 likes, my goal by the end of 2015 will be to reach 25K!!!! #goals 😉 



What can people expect to see from you in the future?

In the near future I hope to continue to build my portfolio! 2015 will be a huge comeback for me! It is a chance to prove to myself all over again that I can keep checking goals off of my dream list. Until my dreams become reality, I can’t give up. I am working on many projects currently to increase my exposure, because word of mouth is an amazing concept. I want to reach out to as many individuals as possible, to release my message. I hope my message shouts “WE ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL, WE ARE ALL STRONG, WE ARE ALL UNIQUE” I am working on personalizing my career. Too many people outside of the industry and many people inside the industry feel modeling careers strive for attention, and most times negative attention all for the wrong reasons, I aim to change that assumption. I aim to prove that in some cases, like mine, I strive to inspire. I want to be more approachable. I want people to know my story, hear my story. I want to be relatable, I want to be your inspiration, I want to help generations grow. I want to see change! Through whatever dreams someone may have whatever goals they may strive for; I want to be the voice and help people push through their hard times in order to help them reach their ultimate happiness, to become confident. So welcome to …..#4O1FIERCE -> My networking site which will combine all of my social media accounts, with constant updates and the ability to connect with me, because “who uses Facebook anyways?” haha, My site will be proof that sometimes the fiercest dream comes from the smallest state. STAY TUNED y’all xo!


A toast to new beginnings! 


Who has been the biggest influence in your life?

I have had a lot of positive influences in my life, as well as negative influences which have built positive mindsets for me! My older sister Nicole and my family in general have all been such a HUGE support system for me as well as a select few friends who have always encouraged me! Nicole has influenced me to stick to my goals and dreams until they are accomplished, she is best at accomplishing hers! My daughter Avynn has now been my biggest pusher! Seeing her smiling every day makes me want to keep the smile on her face, and make her proud. I will never give up, because of her. She deserves a better life than I was given, and each day reminds me how crazy this world is, and how sad our economy is. Having a daughter at such a young age makes me strive even harder to become successful, so that one day, she too can do whatever she dreams to.