Here’s the link to my question box story to ask questions since no one who follows me asked lol https://www.instagram.com/stories/armsandarms/3770297911050669437?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&igsh=MXNnOGE4d21sZGl0cA==

Hey everyone, I’m Lauren! IG: @laurenlaforeign I’m sitting at 7,390 followers, but I’m not getting the interaction or traction I want. I’m here because I want to sharpen my content, grow a real community, and push my page to a level where I can actually make money from it. I post fitness, personal transformation, and some mom content. I’m a Navy reservist and a single mom of two, and fitness has been the thing that helped me rebuild myself after a really rough chapter. I know my story can impact people, I just need structure, better strategy, and the right system to scale my page the way I want. I’m ready to learn, level up my content, and turn this into something profitable. Excited to be here with all of you 🤝🔥

Gym: 1. Different faces you make the more plates are added to a leg press 2. Hiking up your shorts more and more each time from warm-up set to triple drop set 3. POV: You have OCD. Going out of your way to make sure the 45lbs plates match 4. Sorry, I didnt text back I fell asleep as soon as I got back from the gym Life: 1. 5 Things I learned while dating a hot chick 2. Mic'd up Day in the life 3. Morning routine only 4. POV: You got lucky (bunch of clips of me working) 5. Therapy: Pushing a girl into a pool 6. How much I spent in October as a content creator 7. Eating Taco Bell on the toilet POV: Preventative Measures 8. You vs You Promos For Products 1. A pedestrian hit by a car. A pedestrian holding the product 2. Trying a family recipe that been passed down (peptide reveal) 3. Buff Cakes (adam bikini crew)

5 Struggles - I moved back to my hometown to raise my boys in a safer, family–oriented environment… but this is the same city where my ex fractured my skull, left me with PTSD, and almost killed me. Every day here is a reminder of what I survived. - Mental illness. I struggle to make lasting friendships because chronic anxiety, ADHD, and depression make me feel “too much.” Too worried, too drained, too heavy. It feels like people get tired of my energy before they ever get to know me in emotional depth. - I spent years helping my partners climb out of their holes while putting myself and my goals on hold. I worked three jobs  including serving in the Navy while heavily pregnant. Causing preeclampsia, just to help an ex out of twenty thousand dollars of debt. So the father of my baby could have a clean slate and financial freedom to provide for him. My degree got pushed back for five years because I kept choosing their success over mine. (He ended up back in debt.) - I physically struggle with autoimmune diseases — Hashimoto’s, hypothyroidism, fibromyalgia, granuloma annulare— and stress can destroy my body. After a traumatic birth with my second son, I held him for ten days straight, breastfeeding and ignoring my own health until I ended up in the ER with Bell’s Palsy. I put pressure on myself every single day - I’ve leaned on alcohol since I was young. My first ticket was at 14. I drank at school, cried through breakups, drank alone, drank to blackout.I survived sexual assault by a police officer during a drunk-driving stop.I tried taking my life intoxicated.I got my first DUI at 20 crashing into a cop car. Dropped out of University from missing class partying too much. ______________________________________ 5 Contrasting Wins: - Empowerment: I use every single day as proof that I’m not the 17-year-old girl who almost didn’t make it. I’m showing my boys what strength looks like by becoming the woman I needed back then. - Feeling too much with mental illness: It pushes me to keep growing. To show up better. To become the kind of grounded, healed woman who attracts friendships built on real connection, not convenience. - Adaptive Independence:Those years forced me to become financially and mentally independent. I learned how to take care of myself and my boys without waiting for someone to “step up.” I earned my bachelor’s in IT Management and now I’m working on my master’s. This time, for me. - Not prioritizing myself: I learned the hard way that self-neglect is deadly. Now I take my rest, my medication, and my boundaries seriously. I ask for help. I protect my peace like my health depends on it — because it does. - Self Accountability: Getting pregnant with my first son forced me to choose a different life. I joined the military, learned healthier coping mechanisms, and faced my pain instead of drowning it. I stay away from alcohol because I want to break that cycle and be the example my boys deserve. I don’t want them to mirror who I WAS but who I’m choosing to be.