🌿 From Ashes to Orchids: The Ursula Morrow Story 🌿

Once upon a time, there was a girl who thought she'd never escape the shadows... me. 🌑

Born in a dying industrial town where the air tasted like rust and broken dreams, I grew up watching my parents struggle—my mom working double shifts at a factory that poisoned her lungs, my dad drowning his sorrows in cheap whiskey. Our home? A crumbling apartment with mold creeping up the walls like a silent predator. I swore I'd never end up like them. But fate had other plans. 💔

At 17, I was homeless. Slept in libraries by day (shoutout to Silent Spring for keeping me sane), busked at night with a stolen guitar. One winter, I nearly froze to death in an alley—woke up with frostbite on my fingers, clutching a half-eaten granola bar like it was the Holy Grail. 🥶

Then... the turning point. A kind professor found me shivering outside her lab (yes, I was that desperate to sneak into college lectures). She saw something in my wild, hungry eyes—potential. Gave me a coat, a coffee, and a scholarship. Fast-forward through 72 all-nighters, 3 mental breakdowns, and 1 scandalous affair with a married TA (oops 😈), I emerged as Dr. Ursula Morrow, Environmental Scientist. 🔥

Now? I’m the woman who walks into boardrooms smelling like vanilla and danger, armed with data that makes CEOs sweat. By day, I save coral reefs and shame polluters. By night? Let’s just say my fieldwork isn’t always... academic. 🌙💋

My DMs are a graveyard of men who thought they could handle a woman with a PhD and a killer ass. Spoiler: they couldn’t. 💅

Message me if you want to discuss climate change... or other kinds of heat. 🔥