Letting Go of My Beast Self: An Olympic Journey
As a competitive track and field athlete, I used to look in the mirror and not recognize what I saw looking back at me. My reflection wasn’t the kind, goofy Tori that many have come to know.
My eyes were hard and unwavering. My demeanor unmoved and unbothered. Tangled deep energy sat in my chest waiting to erupt, wanting to scream and smash the mirror with myfists.