I Went To Former Fitness Influencer Brittany Dawn’s Conference And I Guess I Understand Her Now

Fellow attendees told me they were ready to “get wrecked.”

FORT WORTH, Texas — Scores of women with fresh balayage told me they were ready to “get wrecked” and to see someone they follow on Instagram. It’s the kind of chatter you might hear at a local bar, but it was Saturday morning, and the women stood in line cradling painted Bibles in their arms.

We were queuing for She Lives Freed, a one-day retreat hosted by Brittany Dawn Davis, a 31-year-old Christian influencer with over 1 million TikTok followers and 460,000 Instagram followers.

Davis is one of the most popular Christian influencers on social media — neither a parent blogger nor a hypebeast pastor, she’s carved out a niche sharing religious platitudes about how modesty ensures you’re a “woman of mystery” and how marriage should “make you feel alive.” She’s also being sued by the state of Texas for deceptive business practices, from her time working as a fitness influencer.

According to the lawsuit, Davis sold thousands of supposedly personalized diet and exercise plans, and in 2019, customers said they discovered that the plans were identical and neglected the needs of individuals with eating disorders. In November 2019, Davis dropped the unlicensed fitness influencer content to pivot to posting about Jesus.

After beefing up her social media presence with lip syncs to sermons and religious quips, Davis began hosting weekend conferences — events where her followers bought tickets to hear Christian lifestyle tips. After reporting on how some followers believe she pivoted to Christianity content to avoid scrutiny over her fitness scam, I came to Fort Worth, Texas, for the first She Lives Freed event post-lawsuit, eager to find out how an influencer rebrands during a crisis and how modern Christianity gets distilled through memes and social videos.

Davis’s website called the event a “gospel-centered day with other God-fearing women,” a 10-hour marathon of religious immersion — including multiple worship segments, a “reflection + connection” section, and a panel on life with Christ — rather than her previous three-day conferences.

Someone was lamenting the shortened length when the doors of the Social Space, a sprawling warehouse often used for weddings, opened. Booths manned by Christian-owned businesses surrounded the space, which was decorated with a smaller version of a Kardashians-style beige balloon display, and sprigs of pampas grass, similar to Davis’s own modern farmhouse aesthetic feed. Over 80 people were in the room, including volunteers and vendors.

I slapped a nametag on my dress, which I realized too late might be a little low-cut for the occasion. I know this world, but I don’t always feel comfortable in it.

Within moments of entering, Brianna Marines, one of Davis’s volunteers, told me through a smile that she knew I was a journalist and was happy I was there to “encounter the Lord” — but if I made people uncomfortable, I’d be relegated to the back of the room. In the great tradition of Southern Christian women before me, I warmly thanked her for their generosity in letting me attend an event I’d bought a $125 ticket for.

I was raised Southern Baptist by unwaveringly faithful parents and attended multiple hours of services every week, from sermons at church to daily Bible classes in school. I even joined a Christian sorority in college (before they kicked me out senior year for not going to their parties). Each experience ended the same way: My religious friends were divinely judgmental and their alignment with Jesus made their cruelty even more painful. Still, I’m drawn to the promise of the unconditional love of a higher power and a guidebook for life, which seems to be what attracted the other women here.

Davis floated around the room like an ethereal being, a fresh set of platinum extensions falling over her shoulders. Her flowing clothing, nails, kitten-heel sandals, and teeth were all dazzlingly white. She gathered us in front of the intestine-shaped balloon banner to welcome us to the event and said that she didn’t want to “get too far into” her testimony, the term used to describe someone’s literal come-to-Jesus moment. Instead, she handed the mic over to a dance teacher who briefly extolled the power of letting your body express your feelings during worship, followed by a band playing songs that praised Jesus while we followed the teacher’s advice and danced for 30 minutes.

A teacher and “coach’s wife” named Ruth Gordon delivered the first sermon of the day. She said we should stay vigilant because we are being watched all the time but also not worry about what the world thinks of us. All Christians are inherently “people with influence,” she explained, which seemed like calling them influencers without using a content creator term.

I talked to dozens of my fellow guests, none of whom wanted to be identified in an article, but they spoke about finding Davis on social media — either by seeking out a Christian presence online or stumbling upon her Reels on Instagram’s Explore page. Many said they were impressed by her bravery in posting about her faith. No one wanted to talk about Davis’s past.

Which surprised me, because their guiding religious text is loaded with reformed murderers (Moses and David), cheaters (Abraham), Christian-killers (Paul), playboys (much of the Old Testament), liars (Peter), and scammers (Matthew). That’s the whole thing about the Bible: Everyone sucks but Jesus. The bad things people have done become part of a redemption story that reflects the restorative love of God.

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I opened the tiny bag of favors that were placed on my seat earlier, and a bracelet bearing the words “choose joy” fell out. Then it was time to sing and dance again. This type of Christianity is often described as “charismatic” or “Pentecostal” — denominations that place direct encounters with the Holy Spirit as a high priority. The women around me lifted their hands to the ceiling without hesitation. I come from more of a “stand politely and focus on the words” scene, but as a 15-year-old briefly went to a Pentecostal church when I dated the youth worship leader. He was 18 and played piano and sang with his band for hours until people in the audience spoke in tongues and fainted, and I was always devastated that those things didn’t happen to me, that I wasn’t chosen in this way.

Guests around me took off their shoes and knelt on pale pink Urban Outfitters cushions in front of the makeshift stage. Members of the “ministry” team (the event was not affiliated with a church) prayed with their hands over people. During lunch, a fellow attendee came over to me and said the Lord wanted her to speak with me. She invited me to her church, where people line up to get inside for hours before the service begins as if they were waiting for a concert to start.

And then I had my own version of a vision: Davis tapped me on the shoulder.

“I just wanted to make sure you were having a good time,” she told me. She knew exactly who I was, even if she had ignored every request for comment I’ve sent her.

And I was! Lots of beautiful women were complimenting me. Women were preaching instead of being banished to childcare and hospitality duties, in sharp contrast with many of the religious events I’ve attended in the past. I told her that I wanted to speak with her about her journey as a Christian influencer.

Under an enormous fan of fake eyelashes, her blue eyes remained locked on mine.

“Three years ago on Valentine’s Day, I tried to take my own life,” she said, smiling. Two days before the conference she posted a TikTok referencing it, the first time I had seen her say anything about suicidal ideation. But as she hinted that an interview would be unlikely, I submitted a stack of questions for her public Q&A panel instead.

Through anonymous notecards, I asked Davis to address the reason she never talks about her fitness scandal — “That’s not who I am anymore” — and share her feelings about being “canceled” online. “You cannot cancel what God has called,” she said to thunderous applause (I am sure we will see her tweet that soon). It makes sense that you would not want to talk to people who have paid you for something they saw on social media about another bunch of people who got pretty mad about something they saw on social media and paid you money for.

She also addressed questions about purity culture — suggesting setting physical boundaries with your boyfriend, never being alone together, and reminding yourself that without honoring God you won’t have good sex — and told the dozens of excited women that “sex is so good on your wedding night if you wait to have it.”

Then Marines, the woman who had cautioned me about being a misbehaving journalist, took the microphone.

Someone had asked a question about how to tell if the voice in your head belongs to you or God. Pentecostals place an emphasis on the spiritual gifts of the Holy Spirit, like prophesying.

Marines said she had been overcome by the Holy Spirit and received a prophecy from God that a woman in the audience, at whom she pointed, should start a business. That didn’t exactly answer the question, but not long after, a male member of the ministry team took the microphone and said God only tells us good things, like that we’re beautiful and that he loves us, which moved the crowd to another round of thunderous applause.

People had been grabbing me and saying God had a message for me all day — a young woman at the “affirmation station” and an older man who told me God said I didn’t have to tell people I’m a Christian and that I can let my work speak for itself. Another woman prayed over me, telling me that God wants me to make a decision soon and that I’d need to trust my gut, even though I make hundreds of decisions daily and find my instincts are usually wrong. They were all beautiful, vague things that were supposedly from God, for me, but could truthfully apply to anyone, like some kind of Christian horoscope.

It was also extremely similar to the kind of spirituality that is en vogue on TikTok right now, a mix of Christianity combined with New Age vibes, “manifesting,” and a large number of conspiracy theories.

Davis’s pivot to this brand of Christianity suddenly made sense. I had always wondered why she didn't use her past as part of her message (Evangelical speak for “sales pitch”), and I realized that it wasn’t necessary. Davis’s posts about Christianity aren’t formal — she hasn’t attended seminary school and she only sometimes uses religious texts. It’s more of an aesthetically pleasing guide to happiness that encourages supernatural encounters and affirmations. Her Christianity brand is digestible, social media–friendly, and easy to share with others, and the women I met seemed thrilled to share it with her.

Then Davis baptized about a dozen people in what she later confirmed on Instagram was a horse-feeding trough. Even more knelt in front of the stage to get “baptized in the spirit” and “receive their prayer language” (aka speak in an unintelligible tongue) before lining up for a dinner catered by Chipotle. I stayed in my seat, exhausted from 10 hours of smiling and swaying, hoping people would think I was praying and not slowly morphing into a tornado of swirling skepticism.

Afterward, attendees raved on social media about how “bold” and “powerful” the event was, and how people were “delivered from witchcraft and depression.” They were emotionally “wrecked” and said that was proof God had done something amazing through all the hours of dancing, meditation, and affirmation. Often we find community online and sometimes we find it dancing with strangers and I’ve found it in both those places many times, although mine is usually Twitter and a sweaty bar.

I’d wanted to better understand how Christianity gets shared and changed online, and while I can’t bank my life on a system that relies on vibes and vague prophecies from strangers with some Bible verses sprinkled in on Canva-designed Instagram posts as a guide on how to live, I’m happy for people who do, and the women talking excitedly with me about how much they love Davis’s message seem to have gotten something out of it.

For an influencer wanting to rebrand themselves after a scandal, religious content taps into the good faith of forgiving people and doesn’t require years of schooling — just passion and confident delivery that you have received messages directly from God. One day after the event, Davis declared “all of hell is shaking right now” in her Instagram recap of She Lives Freed. And who am I to say it’s untrue. ●