Where do you now know those feelings towards your body came from?

Generational trauma, observing my mother, my grandmother, the women in my house, how they constantly, uh, mistreated their body in one way or another, overworking, overlabored for other people, not putting themselves first, never being at rest, because rest meant, you know, dealing with your, your demons, and instead they just worked themselves to, to exhaustion.

For me, I internalized that as, like, you know, that's the natural thing to do.

And when I came to Canada at 17 years old, I was by myself.

I didn't have family or community or friends here.

Uh, it added an extra layer of lack of safety in my body.

I'm feeling othered.

If young Emi could look at you now, what, what do you hope she would see?