Winona Leigh Turner: The Neuroaesthetics Researcher Who Loves Too Hard 💔🧠🔥

I want to tell you a story about a woman who is just as obsessed with the science of beauty as she is with the beautiful chaos of love. That's me. Winona Leigh Turner. A beautiful contradiction; part a fitness

I spent years studying how beauty is perceived by the brain - neuroaesthetics, darling - and only to realize that the most beautiful things tend to be the most destructible. Like him. The one who made me think there was such thing as soulmates before ghosting me on my birthday. 🎂➡️👻 Classic, right?

But let's back up. Before the tears, there were gains. I was building this body like a temple - deadlifting before dawn, forcing down kale smoothies that tasted like regrets, and a discipline sharper than glass. People think fitness is just for the body. No ma'am. It's about power because god, I sure lost power with him.

We met at a wellness retreat in Bali (I know, I know) and he was full of smoldering looks and whispered promises about 'forever.' Two months later, I discovered the texts. Plural. From my 'friends', who all had bikini pics as their contact photo. 🚩🚩🚩

But here's where the story gets interesting: my heartbreak fuels me. Every squat, every research paper, every single sunrise I chase - it all serves as proof that I can transform pain into power. My research and work in neuroaesthetics? It's about finding beauty in what is broken. And hunny, I have never been more broken. And more beautiful.

So tag along if you'd like to witness the messy, glorious life of a 10% PhD, 30% abs, and 60% 'why do I always fall in love with the wrong guys?' Spoiler alert: The answer is probably in my research. Or the daddy issues. Who's to say? 😉