This is more than just a collection of photos, to me it’s my discipline, my solitude, my therapy, my identity. Every frame is a moment I’ve lived through. Early mornings when I didn’t want to get up, late nights spent exhausted but proud, the meals, the sweat, and the bittersweet silence.

I chose to document not just the glory or the lifts, but the spaces in between, the details no one talks about. The wrapping of my wrist straps. The silence before the set. The fridge stocked with my meal prep for the week. These are the quiet rituals that shape me more than any PR ever will.

The black-and-white tones reflect how this journey often feels: stripped down, raw, and honest. There’s no hiding behind color, just light, shadow, and truth. This series is a portrait of who I’m becoming and a love letter to the process that’s shaping me.

If nothing else, I hope these images show what it means to care about something so deeply that you give everything to it, every day, without applause, without shortcuts. Just quiet, relentless effort.