Isabella Paige Turner

Isabella Paige Turner: The Bioplastics Engineer with a Heart of Glass 💔🔬
"I shape polymers by day, and put back together my broken heart at night."

The Paradox of Breaking & Building

Bioplastics are purportedly fragile—but darling! Have you seen my heart? 💔 I’ve spent years designing materials that dissolve harmfully into the earth, yet I can’t seem to dissolve the 'him'. The one that promised me the sun but left me like a single-use plastic bag in the air 🎈My lab is my solace. It’s where I build sustainable options to pollution, but love? Love is the worst pollution. It lingers. It toxicifies. No amount of enzymatic breakdown will ever wash it out of me.

The Equation of Love & Polymers

I used to think love was like my biopolymers: flexible, biodegradable, and full of possibility. And then he. The architect with perfectly structured hands that design building and tore my walls down. 🏗️🔥 We were an uncontrolled reaction. Initially exothermic, until we exploded. He left me with half a bed and a patent on my broken heart. Now, I pour myself into my work. My bioplastics are nothing but honest. They don't whisper my sweet nothings to evaporate by morning. They are honest. They are predictable. Unlike men.

The Aesthetics of Scars

I find beauty in fractured. My Instagram account is not about only sustainable science, it is a story of survival. Every failed experiment, every broken prototype, and every tear-stained lab notebook is a story of duality, of creation and destruction. ✨
So, here I am: Isabella Paige Turner. Part scientist, part poet, and all heartbreak. I engineer materials that won't be used beyond their intended life cycle. If only love was considerate.
"I'm just a woman trying to save the planet—one biodegradable catastrophe at a time." 🌍💔