Something my mom taught me when I was little is that everything happens for a reason.

As long as you've done your best, making mistakes doesn't matter. You and I are human; we will mess up. What counts is learning from your mistakes and getting back up when life has knocked you down.

I don't call them sacrifices. I call them exchanges.

My other life keeps me calm and grounded and normal.

In some ways the ACL tear was a blessing. I had hesitated to return to elite gymnastics after the 2008 Olympics. I told myself I had already accomplished so much, and the road was just going to get harder if I continued.

I know how much more I need to do to be where I want.

I was at the Olympic Games winning medals and I still doubted my image. I doubted what I looked like. That's sad.