Heather

Intro Heather was born Chris 36 years ago, which already sounds like the setup to a bad sitcom: “Meet Chris—he’s a guy with no sense of direction, two left feet, and the uncanny ability to spill coffee on himself even when he’s not holding a cup.” But life had bigger rewrites planned. In her early 20s, after years of awkwardly fumbling through the “man script,” Heather realized she’d been miscast. The role of “Chris” simply didn’t fit—like a scratchy sweater you keep wearing out of guilt because your grandma knit it. Through hardships, hair dye disasters, emotional earthquakes, and one very poorly timed karaoke performance of It’s Raining Men, Heather pieced together the truth: she wasn’t meant to play the leading man at all—she was the heroine of her own story. Now, at 36, Heather has perfected the art of being herself. She’s got a sharp wit, a style that can swing from “fierce runway model” to “I bought these sweatpants in bulk,” and a knack for laughing at life’s chaos before it has a chance to laugh at her. She’s navigated heartbreak, bad haircuts, and enough self-discovery to fill several self-help books. And while Chris may technically appear on her birth certificate, Heather’s the one writing the chapters now. She doesn’t pretend the journey was easy—identity crises rarely come with user manuals—but she’s proof that joy can be found after the plot twist. These days, Heather isn’t just surviving—she’s thriving, with enough stories to keep a dinner party entertained well past dessert.