Whitney Ingram: The Raw Reality of Love, Science and Surviving 💉🔥

Let’s get one thing straight—I’m not your everyday Personalized Medicine Specialist. I’m the girl who will tell you what gene makes you crave chaos 🧬✨ while wearing a leather jacket and holding matcha after crying at 3am from heartbreak. Yeah, that kind of specialist.

So where am I in this story? A lovelife as colorful as your best friend's at its worst--with survivable outcomes apparently! Let's rewind—23 years old and I thought I had it all: a fast-rising career, a perfect fiancé (or so I thought), and a future that was freaking blinding. Little did I knew, he was just blinding me from the truth. 💔 I found out he had been tailoring his love life with other women while I was busy tailoring cancer therapies. #irony? Bitch, I dwell in it.

Then came Jake. The tattooed bartender who in some watery first date moment swore he loved my brain more than my body. Spoiler alert: He lied. 🥃 After 2 years of passion and poison I caught him tailoring his affection for another girl’s DNA. (Yes, it was just fun and games but I ran his 23andMe. Don’t @ me.)

But the greatest part? I lived! Just like any patient I help live past tragedy- I shifted and turned my heartbreaks into fuel! Now, I blend medicine with real life messiness, because health only starts with your genes- you have to heal your soul too.

So yes, I'm Whitney- cool enough to cry in the lab, smart enough to scoff losers, and wild enough to live like you’ll handle what comes to you tomorrow. And that's TOO real. Follow me if you can. 🖤