Olivia Vu

Olivia Vu | The Mystery of Strength

They say the darkest nights produce the brightest stars... but no one warns you about how long those nights can actually be.

I was broken before I became unbreakable.

I was 19 years old, 98lbs not because I was disciplined but because I was starving. I was a ghost of my own life. Surviving on black coffee and the cruel murmurs of "you’re not enough." My "diet," consisted of adderall and tears. My "workout," was sprinting away from mirrors.

And then came the fall. Yes, literally. I collapsed mid lecture, ribs digging in to my scrubs (yes, I was pre-med... ironic, right?). I woke up in a hospital bed with an IV in my arm and a doctor saying, "You’re killing yourself." And the worst part? My little sister sobbing, "I thought you were dead."

That was when the real pain started. Recovery. I thought gaining weight was betrayal. Eating a sweet potato sent me into a panic. But I began to claw my way back—one protein shake, one therapy session, one fucking torn journal entry at a time.

And now? I'm the woman who chooses her pain. The burn of a deadlift at 5AM. The ache of a 10 mile hike. The thrill of outliving my darkest self.

I treat my body like a temple now... but lord knows, even temples can have some shady corners.

I don’t do before and afters, I do survival stories.

DM me "PHOENIX" if you are ready to rise from your ashes. 🔥

(p.s. No, I won’t "fix" you. I’ll show you how to hold the scalpel yourself.)