Over the last 12 days, I've completed a game of chicken with..

Over the last 12 days, I've completed a game of chicken with Father Time. Yes, I've been fortunate to have more fine tuning done to my figure, with the help of generosity. However, in doing so, I've risked a dangerous game of sustaining remarkable bruising. That's NOT photogenic and would unquestionably get me fired from scheduled scenes. Well, my loves, there's still so much many of you have yet to learn about me. Some of you know that I've served active duty. Some of you know of my marital arts skills. Very few know about my academic accomplishments. My particular areas of specialty, supported by advanced scholastic and practical studies, are Exercise Kinesiology and Nutrition, minoring in Sports Psychology. So, yes. The first half of my adult life was spent learning and teaching, adults, how to save their jobs(uniformed personnel), regain athletic ferver after injury or illness, and, manage particular health conditions through dietary changes and therapies. No. I'm not a doctor. Never claimed to be. I just know a Hell of a lot about the human body, how its anatomy functions, and how to manipulate it with food and healthy habits. I taught classes, for years, in hospitals, wellness centers, and gyms. I've guided diabetics, under the supervision of nurses and doctors, how to eat to feel better and get control of their sugars. I've counseled, under supervision of doctors and nurses, folks with high BP , liver problems, recovering alcoholics, and people recovering from injuries. I'm thick. Sure as fuck am. I'm a wide-hipped woman with softness and amplitude. On the flip side of that, I'm remarkably healthy for a woman who's experienced a fuck-ton of medical trauma, each of which, should have outright killed me. I'm still here. I turned 40 this year. It hit me like a powerful pair of wings, lifting me high up into the air. I've spent a lifetime teaching, guiding, mentoring, comforting others. Yes. It's congruent with acting in the adult industry. When I'm not online, I'm counseling single parents, advising at-risk students, comforting domestic violence survivors, and endless charitable functions. I have a business. I have a family. This year, beginning in May, I decided it was time to share some of that love towards my reflection. I began to eat better foods, drink smarter fluids, seek adequate rest, and exercise. I LOVE working out, it makes me happy, nearly aroused to push my body to its limits. It's so fucked how the perfect storm can completely derail a person's identity, their joy. It happens. To every single person, at least once in their lives. Mine happened at 37. My life nearly ended, at the hands of dangerous and mentally ill person. No. It didn't make the news. No, I didn't bitch and moan about it on social media. I picked myself up and continued to fucking function, because I had to, because there are people in this world who survive only because I'm alive to care. I dealt with the experience badly. Sure did. I gained a shit ton of weight. Sure did. I made terrible, self destructive choices. Damn right. Know what else? I got my shit together. This year, I turned 40. This year, I'm dedicated to giving myself my strongest health, hope, and happiness. I'm eating better. I'm exercising regularly. I'm adjusting my appearance to MY preferences. I'm working how I want and for whom I deem fit. 40 is the age of "Fuck It." Tomorrow, yours truly is shooting another scene with megastars at Brazzers. For security reasons, I'll only be able to disclose details after production. However, YOU get the details no one else will. As always, I'm truly grateful for all of you. These last 12 days have been a 24/7 race against time, which I've emphatically crushed like a bitch. I'm certain you'll all be pleased, more as each day passes, with how fucking awesome 40 has changed me for the better. 😙 Please enjoy tonight's video.