Some days, it feels unbearable to carry the weight of being “Nelly Korda” The name, the image, the expectations so often, they’re not me. I’ve been misjudged, misrepresented, and vilified in ways that make it hard to keep going. Mistakes I’ve made are magnified beyond reason, while the good I try to do gets overshadowed or twisted. There are moments when I wish I could step away from all of it, to stop being “Nelly Korda” and just be a woman trying to do her best. The constant judgment and assumptions it’s like a punishment that never ends, even when I’ve tried to make amends. I’m not perfect, far from it, but I’m a human being. I feel pain. I’ve been broken more times than I can count. And some days, I wonder if the world would have been better off if I’d never been Nelly Korda at all.
