Hi, I’m Martina
Hi,I’m Martina
and for as long as I can remember, I was at war with my body. I grew up feeling uncomfortable in my skin, constantly comparing myself to other girls. I still remember standing in clothing stores watching other girls try on cute dresses. I would grab the same dresses, walk into the fitting room, look in the mirror and think, “This isn’t for me.” And growing up that feeling just amplified. So in 2020, I entered the fitness world with one goal only: changing my body to finally like my reflection and hoping that I’d love myself then. Which was my biggest mistake.
and for as long as I can remember, I was at war with my body. I grew up feeling uncomfortable in my skin, constantly comparing myself to other girls. I still remember standing in clothing stores watching other girls try on cute dresses. I would grab the same dresses, walk into the fitting room, look in the mirror and think, “This isn’t for me.” And growing up that feeling just amplified. So in 2020, I entered the fitness world with one goal only: changing my body to finally like my reflection and hoping that I’d love myself then. Which was my biggest mistake.
This is where my Fitness Journey really started
This is where my Fitness Journey really started
…but not from a healthy place. Instead of coming home to my body, I was trying to escape from it. I wasn’t chasing a strong, healthy body I could feel confident in… I was chasing to be my smallest. Because that “perfect” body would have allowed me to like myself and find peace.
So I started strength training at home with dumbbells in my living room. At first, it felt empowering, I fell in love with lifting from the very first moment. But the fitness world I chose to step into was full of comparison, and unrealistic body ideals.
It filled my head with bodies I thought I needed to have
I jumped from workout to workout
But not from a healthy place. Instead of coming home to my body, I was trying to escape from it. I wasn’t chasing a strong, healthy body I could feel confident in… I was chasing to be my smallest. Because that “perfect” body would have allowed me to like myself and find peace. So I started strength training at home with dumbbells in my living room. At first, it felt empowering, I fell in love with lifting from the very first moment. But the fitness world I chose to step into was full of comparison, and unrealistic body ideals. It filled my head with bodies I thought I needed to have.
from influencer to influencer, trying to mold myself into their shape. I had no structure, no coach who could guide me and show me how to work with my body. This was bringing me further and further away from myself: I started checking my body every day, weighing myself hoping for a lower number, thinking constantly about food. Strength training became obsession. Something I “had to” do. Food became fear. And my need for control became anxiety. So yeah, I lost weight, but also the connection with myself, and my body
I jumped from workout to workout
from influencer to influencer, trying to mold myself into their shape. I had no structure, no coach who could guide me and show me how to work with my body. This was bringing me further and further away from myself: I started checking my body every day, weighing myself hoping for a lower number, thinking constantly about food.
Strength training became obsession. Something I “had to” do. Food became fear. And my need for control became anxiety. So yeah, I lost weight, but also the connection with myself, and my body.
And after years of pushing and restricting…
And then, after years of pushing and restricting…
…it finally caught up with me. My body started speaking louder than my fear of not having the “perfect body”. I started feeling pain in my legs that I avoided from months, until I couldn’t anymore; I got tendinitis from overtraining and lack of structure & support. My body was begging me to stop. And that’s why I always say: strength training saved me. Because when you lift, you can’t escape your body. You have to pause, you listen to it, to feel it. And it was painful to recognize. How exhausted I was. How unhappy. How disconnected from my body.
…it finally caught up with me.
My body started speaking louder than my fear of not having the “perfect body”. I started feeling pain in my legs that I avoided from months, until I couldn’t anymore; I was diagnosed with tendinitis from overtraining and lack of structure & support. My body was begging me to stop.
And that’s why I always say: strength training saved me. Because when you lift, you can’t escape your body. You have to pause, listen to it, feel it. And it was painful to recognize. How exhausted I was. How unhappy. How disconnected from my body.
I started a journey to shape my body led by love & authenticity. I rebuilt my strength. My intuition. Softened back into my femininity. Started talking to myself with love. Work with my body. I started training intentionally and learning how to give my movement structure. I started eating more to nourish my body and give it the fuel it needed, at first with fear, then with relief as I felt my energy return. I started journaling, meditating, and learned how to speak to myself with kindness & love. Slowly my spark came back. My body felt safer. Healthier! Stronger! And with my biggest surprise the body I for long wished for, didn’t come through restriction or punishment. It came when I reconnected to my own body.
And that’s when it hit me: I had lost myself in the process. The fitness journey started to love my body and myself more, brought me far away from them. I was scared and in pain. But I chose to pause. To listen. To find the courage to recognize my situation.. as terrifying as it was. To take the first, shaky steps.
And that’s when it hit me: I had lost myself in the process. The fitness journey started to love my body and myself more, brought me far away from them. I was scared and in pain. But I chose to listen. To pause. To find the courage to recognize my situation as terrifying as it was. To take the first, shaky steps.
Over the following years, I started reconnecting with myself again…
I started a journey to shape my body led by love & authenticity. I rebuilt my strength. My intuition. Softened back into my femininity. Started talking to myself with love. Work with my body. I started training intentionally and learning how to give my movement structure. I started eating more to nourish my body and give it the fuel it needed, at first with fear, then with relief as I felt my energy return. I started journaling, meditating, and learned how to speak to myself with kindness & love. Slowly my spark came back. My body felt safer. Healthier! Stronger! And with my biggest surprise the body I for long wished for, didn’t come through restriction or punishment. It came when I reconnected to my own body.
And I knew: this wasn’t just my journey. This was my purpose.
I became a fitness coach because I want to help women shape a body they love and feel themselves in. I know what it feels like to feel lost in a fitness journey. I don’t want you to disappear into restriction, fear, burnout, or disconnection. Because there is another way. A way that builds strength and self-trust. Where the journey feels supportive.