About Me


A brief intro about me…

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Hey there! I’m Linda.

I’m an entrepreneur, health coach, and student. I’m an undergraduate acting student who also loves singing and dancing. I have a huge heart for exercise and nutrition; thus why I’m also a certified health coach! I aspire to become a pilates/yoga instructor, holistic nutritionist and personal trainer as well in my life time.

And oh–a marathoner. A bikini competitor. And professional bacon eater. All preferably before the age of 23 (I don’t know why; I just think 23 is the perfect age and I don’t want to grow any older).

I reside in Ontario, Canada doing some of the things I love: running, high intensity interval training, yoga & Pilates, singing, youtubing, cooking and photography! I am currently a Health Coach and aspiring personal trainer, yoga instructor, and holistic nutritionist.

  • Believe it or not, some of my favourite foods include salads and soups.
  • I have a bad addiction to nut butters, nuts, and cheeses…
  • I like my steak rare.
  • I like my bearnaise sauce.
  • I eat Keto-Paleo most of the time.
  • I’ve always wanted to become a professional dancer, but I’ve never had the money nor did I have the emotional support of my family to ever do training and if I could go back in time I would start contemporary dance at a very young age.
  • I come from a dysfunctional family
  • I like cold weather


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I have a fantastic listener, and if there’s one asset that makes me stand out is that I’m super compassionate and will stand by your side. I may not agree with everything you have to say, but I dare say that I am super emotionally supportive. I credit this gift from my acting instructor, who was there to listen to me when I needed her the most.

This blog will show tidbits of my life; personal posts, struggles (like my binge eating disorder), highs and lows. I share low-carb, paleo-friendly recipes, exercise posts, and my own fitness regime. I’m a pretty emotional being and good storyteller–if I don’t say so myself–and this blog is part of my own diary to look back on on old memories. I’m on a journey to document my little life stories, gain confidence in myself, find joy and thrill and achieve all my goals in life.

This is my personality type!

If you’re interested in learning more about my history, read on.

Yeah, I have a lot of yoga photos of myself, but make no mistake; my favourite activity is cardio; the only flattering photos I have of myself are non sweaty and graceful; like yoga! You’ll see plenty of sweaty pictures throughout my blog anyway.

I was born in China and lived there till I moved to Canada when I was 4 years old. My parents wanted a better life; and I didn’t really understand but eventually I made a new circle of friends in Canada and got used to the Western culture. Life was pretty normal until middle school. I was a reasonably happy kid, overachiever, self-conscious and obedient. I took piano lessons and lived in apartments and rented basements with my mother and father.

Depression hit when I entered middle school, although I did not realize it until I looked back at my childhood in high school. I went through a time where I lost my self-identity, moved schools and lost all my friends, and began questioning these rules set for me. It was a stage of curiosity, rebellion, and well, confusion. I really wanted to fit in and wanted attention more than anything, I went to depths to get what I wanted, like starving myself–in doing so I was rebelling against my parents (my ego kicked in)–posting obnoxious Facebook posts, spending money on new clothes, and so much more. I didn’t even know why I made some of the decisions I did–I just did. I wanted to sabotage myself and I just didn’t care about myself at all.

 In the end, I wasn’t happy. If anything, the conflict in my life only escalated to dangerous levels and I did eventually end up being hospitalized. There was not a single day I wanted to return home and sleep in the same house as my mom and dad, who, whenever I was present, glared at me like I was a bug they wanted to squish. It was with such hate, it drove me angry with fire inside; I wanted to hurt them. And I wanted to hurt myself.

And I did, in a way.

Depression hit so progressively and insidiously that I didn’t even realize I was going through the phase until I was nearly recovered, which was in high school, but during these times, I remember crying on the bathroom floor with a pair of scissors, trying to cut myself. I couldn’t bring myself to do it and this only frustrated me even more. Was I a coward for not being able to do it? Looking back, I choose to believe that I was strong enough not to.

Sometime around this period I took up acting classes. I managed to convince my mother to allow me to, saying I needed a hobby when really, I just wanted to get out of the house without also being by myself–I couldn’t stand either situation. My parents were very reluctant to because it was expensive and also non-academic (they saw it as a waste of time as it did not contribute to my studies). It was one the best decisions I’ve ever made in my life because the arts (and later on, fitness) are what saved me, and that’s why I love them to death and why I will dedicate my life to that passion. It gave me an outlet to breach in a world I felt oppressed, angry, and trapped in by the rules and regulations set by family, and “friends”. And the ones I eventually set for myself as I adapted and somehow even accepted into my psyche the boundaries of my environment. I’ve embarked on the health and fitness journey on the wrong foot and suffer the mental aftermath of the events to this day, but I’m winning everyday.

That was the past. Today, I still deal with anxiety and depression, but I’m no longer driven by my ego and I no longer live with my parents. I once rejected myself because the world rejected me; and to this day I still vile for approval from others and seek self-validation from positive reinforcement because I want to be liked, but I’ve come a long way from my middle school, agnsty days. I finally moved away from my parents and the new distance has given me much-needed autonomy, but also appreciation for my parents (believe it or not!). Distance makes the heart grow fond.

Today, I’m much happier studying acting, helping others out as a health coach, and falling in love with new things in life, like the fact that in 2016 I had my first kiss at 19. I’m healing from adrenal fatigue which also contributes to my stress-induced amenorrhea. In terms of anxiety and depression, those only remain at the background of my mind.

My mantra this year, and probably forever for the rest of my life? Live life with gratitude.

  • Wow, thank you so much for sharing that! It’s so unfortunate that you had to endure all that…I’m quite familiar with families like that since I grew up with lots of friends who were beat when they got a B at school. It’s so sad, yet there is hope. My friend is slowly redeeming those lost years and somewhat becoming more “normal” in her family relationships. Hang in there, and thank you for sharing!

  • Clara

    Linda, are we twins or something? Your story is so similar to mine…my mother acts the same way. You are so inspirational.

    • Clara, no way! I hope to God no one else is struggling the same way I am…it’s a terrible weight to bare. In what way does your mother act the same way?

  • Arman @ thebigmansworld

    Hey Linda! Even though I’ve read your blog frequently, I never thought to properly read your about me section. I can sympathise with you- growing up with an Asian father and Persian mother (whom ironically, was the strict one!) I lived a sheltered and often pre empted pathway- same with my sister. It only lead to rebellion and as you said- the past is the past and it remains there- here’s to our futures 😉

    • Arman! I didn’t know you read my blog, but I know I always read yours! I’m honoured you took the time to read my page, especially on a night preparing for Spill it Sundays 🙂 thank you kindly!

  • Danielle

    The words you wrote here have stuck in my heart. Even though I cannot imagine what it has been like, I can say that just by reading this, I can see what an amazing girl you are. Never lose your spark, you are wonderful and unique.


    • This is so kind of you. Thank you so much for even taking the time to read my about section. Everyone has their own struggles, and this was mine. 🙂

  • You are such a strong girl, Linda. Good for you for following your dreams and starting fresh, despite being oppressed by those that are closest to you. I know the ideal life that Asian parents push upon their children. I myself have not experienced this kind of pressure from my own parents, but their parents have done so to them and their siblings. It takes a heck of a lot of guts and will to get out of that hole. Praying for you, girl ♥ Keep doing what you’re doing!

    • Wow, thank you so so much Alison! It means a lot that someone like you said that and even took the time to read my story.

  • Personally, my parents have only ever been overbearing when I really need it. I can’t say I know what you’re going through, but I CAN say that I see a lot of potential in you. You have made the decision to be better to others and to yourself than your parents are to you, and that is something worth being proud of. You have my support and my applause; I’m excited to see what the future holds for you. <3

    • You don’t know how much that means to me! You see, no one in my life has ever said they supported me. No one really believes in me, and that’s why it’s so hard to believe in myself.I am beyond words for thanks when I say THANK you to to moon and back for seeing the potential in me! Thank you so so so much!!

  • I really admire your “go get attitude”. I had a similar experience with my family, though they never wanted me to be a Dr, just a college grad. I am ancient compared to you so I can play the wisdom card. Not all of us start from a place of health and that is so OK. I think we are even more committed because we have seen the other side. It is NOT something to be ashamed of. Even the things you regret doing, are in the past and cannot be changed so it is best to move on. Do not waste another minute thinking about the past and certainly do not repeat past mistakes. You are on an amazing journey, Linda. Enjoy it! Beth

    • Thank you, Beth! I’m learning to accept myself and my past and move on from that. It’s easier said than done on my bad days, but I try!

      • Just stick with it, never quit. It does get sooo much easier!

  • Ms.J

    Hi Linda, it’s my first time visiting…I look forward to getting to know you more 🙂 . I struggle to grasp how difficult life must be in such a traumatizing situation with ones parents. It makes my complaints and grumbles against the job my father wants me to continue pale in comparison – when I understand how much my happiness is in fact honoured in my parents eyes – and I look pass the “responsibility” I hate to shoulder. By the sounds of it you’re fighting a battle every second. I just want to wish you all the best and let you know that from the little I’ve seen you’re a wonderful passionate soul.

  • TheNourishedCaveman

    Hi Linda! I want to do yoga like you! 🙂

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  • Meela @ www.Irieday.com

    Hi linda! Lovely blog — I just got started blogging myself. Stopped by for inspiration! xoxox

  • waterloowithlove

    I just stumbled upon your blog, and am so glad I did! I’m so happy for you, and encourage you to keep following your passions. I too, have just went through a turning point in my life, and deciding to pursue the things I love has proven to be the one thing that doesn’t cause any regret.

    Looking forward to your posts! 🙂

  • saltedcaramel

    It’s extremely hard to grow up with parents like these, and I am very sorry that you have gone through this. It’s hard to value yourself if the message you receive from your closest authority figures is that you’re never good enough. You’re clearly a talented, driven, and clever girl, and I hope that you can gain a sense of self worth from your achievements, and know that your parents’ attitudes are a reflection of them and not you.

    My mother was very critical of me when I was a child, and it has had lasting effects on me into adulthood (I’m 35 now). Please know that you might need help in resolving your feelings about your parents and your upbringing and that there is no shame in seeking that help. I didn’t get help for a long time, and it resulted in me becoming dependent on alcohol as a way to numb my emotional pain. Now I see a psychologist weekly who has helped me to heal and build a positive image of myself, and I don’t drink alcohol at all any more.

    I wish you the absolute best, some of what you wrote really reminded me of me as a teenager.

  • Patty Horn

    I just read your history here on your blog. Know that others care and never, ever, give up! You are an inspiration to others. You have a purpose! ❤️

  • An Ho Antonio Taylor

    wow, reading this brought me tears, my history is similar in many ways, what amazing spirit this girl has, this girl has a beuty inside and also outside, i admire your courage an determination, god bless you always!

  • Hannah H

    You’re such an inspiration and sharing your story is so brave and empowering. I am so excited to get to know you!

  • Thanks for sharing your story. It’s very real and it really resonates with me as I shared similar feelings during my younger years.

    My relationship with my parents were also tumultuous and it wasn’t until I left for University that I slowly (very very very slowly!) started to see our relationship in a positive light. It takes time to heal, and I’ve learned that they parent in the best way they knew how to parent. It’s almost like there’s a 6th language to the language of love… expressing love in negative emotions (anger, perceived hatred). I now have learned that it is their way of showing love (weird huh). This mentality, combined with trying to parent and the stress of being in a country that is not native to theirs probably heightens their stress. Not saying it is the same case for you, but I hope that time will heal those wounds. Time, introspection, distance and inner reflection did for me, but it took a very very long time.

    I’m also very happy to hear that you were able to convince your parents to take up acting classes and really enjoy hearing those snippets when you sing. You have so much potential and I love the ambition and drive you have <3

    • Indeed, it’s a blessing that they tolerate my love for the arts! I definitely hear you on the 6th love thing with the negative comments. They do want the best but they do it in destructive ways.

      I understand where they’re coming from–being an immigrant and living in a new country is really tough.