Getting Ripped: Tracy Anderson
Anderson says she wants to focus on the future, one that now looks glamorous. But her liabilities, brought on by years of financial missteps, keep her tethered to the past—and to Central Indiana.
I am 28 years old—the age my mother was when she was killed by a woman who drank, used drugs, and then slid behind the wheel of a car. For years, I tried to fill the hole that lost left in my life—with bitterness, with a search for the woman who killed her, even with alcohol. And then finally, I stopped reaching into the past and found what I was looking for.