About Whisper

HI, I'M WHISPER

AND I USED TO BE THE MOM WHO COULDN'T GET OUT OF BED

Yes, that's really my name. And yes, there's a story behind it.

THE REAL STORY BEHIND THE NAM

My Papa passed away just two months before I was born. As a joke, he told my parents they should name me Whisper. When I arrived, they honored his memory and his sense of humor by giving me that name. Little did he know I'd spend most of my adult life learning to find my voice again.

For years, I was the mom who whispered "I'm fine" when I was anything but. Who smiled through the pain and pretended everything was okay when my hips were screaming.

Now? I'm the woman who helps other moms stop whispering and start roaring.

MY STORY: FROM BROKEN TO BADASS

THE EARLY YEARS

I was that kid who craved adrenaline and adventure. Motocross, snowboarding, and any extreme sport I could get my hands on. My body was my superpower, and I never questioned that it would always be there for me.

Then motherhood happened.

THE UNRAVELING

My first pregnancy at 24 was... intense. I went from 115 pounds to 200 pounds, and my son got stuck in my pelvis during delivery. After three days of labor with me literally begging them to take the baby out, they finally did an emergency C-section. A nurse told me the next day that judging by my foot size, she had no idea why they ever thought I could deliver naturally. But here's the thing—I had zero pelvic or hip pain with that pregnancy.

The real trouble started with baby number two.

The discomfort began in my third trimester, and unlike with my first, this pain never went away. That "discomfort" lasted seven years.

By baby number two, I couldn't sleep through the night—not because of the baby, but because rolling over felt like my hip was going to dislocate. Baby number three broke me completely. I remember sobbing in the shower because I couldn't lift my leg to shave.

I became a shell of myself. The woman who used to dance in the kitchen while cooking dinner couldn't even stand long enough to make a meal.

THE WAKE-UP CALL

The breaking point came when my husband had to leave for an extended period of time. My oldest was only 7, and I realized I couldn't manage the stairs without excruciating pain, so he had to help me gather everything I'd need from upstairs and bring it down so I could survive taking care of him and his siblings without having to go up and down the stairs.

Watching my 7-year-old become my caretaker because I couldn't function normally—that's when I knew something had to change.

That night, I made a promise: I would either find a way to heal, or I would learn to live with the pain on my terms. But I would not spend another year feeling like a victim in my own body.

THE RESEARCH RABBIT HOLE

I'm a Capricorn with a relentless drive to solve problems, so naturally, I went full detective mode. When I commit to something, I don't do it halfway—I become obsessed until I figure it out. I read every study, joined every forum, and dove deep into understanding why traditional treatments weren't working for bodies like mine.

Here's what I discovered: Most of the research was based on male study participants, with barely anything specific to women—let alone mothers. Nobody was talking about the unique challenges of postpartum hip dysfunction. Everything was either for athletes or elderly people. Nothing addressed the specific biomechanical chaos that happens when you carry babies, sleep in weird positions for years, and live in a constant state of "mom stress."

So I started experimenting on myself.

THE BREAKTHROUGH

It took me years of trial and error, but I finally cracked the code. It wasn't just about stretching or strengthening—it was about teaching my nervous system to trust my body again. It was about addressing the emotional weight I was carrying in my hips. It was about creating movement patterns that worked with mom life, not against it.

A few months later, I was paddle boarding again, chasing the kids on the playground, and kicking the soccer ball around. I was pain-free for the first time since my second pregnancy.

But here's what really surprised me: Even though I had labrum surgery and Pincer Impingement repaired, it didn't fix what actually caused the damage. I needed to fix the rest on my own.

But here's the thing that surprised me most: Healing my hips healed so much more than just my physical pain.

WHO I AM TODAY

THE MOM

I'm still a mom of three incredible humans who keep me humble and exhausted in the best way. My kids now have a mom who can play tag, dance in the kitchen, and model what it looks like to prioritize your own wellbeing.

THE WOMAN

I'm someone who learned that advocating for yourself isn't selfish—it's essential. I speak up at doctor appointments now. I ask questions. I refuse to accept "just live with it" as an answer.

THE REBEL

I'm the woman who questions everything the medical establishment tells moms about pain. Who challenges the narrative that suffering is just part of motherhood. Who refuses to let another mom feel as alone and hopeless as I once did.

WHAT DRIVES ME EVERY SINGLE DAY

Every time I get a message from a mom saying she played with her kids without pain for the first time in years, I remember why I do this.

It's not about building an empire or becoming a wellness influencer. I'm building a movement. It's about the moment when a woman realizes she doesn't have to live small anymore. When she discovers that her body isn't broken—it just needed someone who understood how to help it heal.

MY APPROACH IS DIFFERENT BECAUSE I'M DIFFERENT

I'm not a physical therapist (though I work with amazing ones). I'm not a doctor (though I respect the good ones). I'm not a fitness influencer with a perfect life and a ring light.

I'm a mom who figured out how to heal herself and decided to help others do the same.

My approach combines everything I learned during my own healing journey:

• Movement science that actually applies to mom bodies

• Nervous system work that addresses the root cause of chronic pain

• Emotional healing that acknowledges the mind-body connection

• Practical strategies that work in real life with real kids and real chaos

THE PERSONAL STUFF

When I'm not helping moms reclaim their bodies, you'll find me:

• Paddle boarding with my family (something I never thought I'd do again)

• Drinking way too much coffee and listening to music

• Getting lost in a good book

• Teaching my kids that taking care of yourself isn't optional

• Probably crying at videos of moms achieving their movement goals

I still have days when I'm tired, stressed, or overwhelmed. The difference is that now I have tools to support my body through those challenges instead of just pushing through and paying for it later.

WHY I SHARE MY STORY

Because I know there's a mom reading this right now who feels hopeless. Who's been told her pain is "normal" or "in her head." Who's starting to believe that this broken version of herself is all she'll ever be.

I'm here to tell her she's wrong.

Your pain is real. Your frustration is valid. And your healing is possible.

I'm living proof that you can go from barely functioning to fully thriving. That you can reclaim not just your physical health, but your confidence, your joy, and your sense of self.

With hope, determination, and the absolute belief that your best days are ahead of you,

Whisper

P.S. - My kids still think it's cool that their mom helps other moms with their "hip problems." My oldest recently asked if I was a "hip strategist" and honestly? I kind of like that title better than anything I could put on my website.