I know what it feels like when your body feels like a foreign place.

When you glance in the mirror and feel betrayal. When you've tried all the things: The cleanse, the program, the affirmations, the new job, the new partner… and you keep ending up in the same spiral of what's the point. When you're tired of doing it all in your relationships and scared of disappointing anyone if you stop. When you wake up and quietly think is this it?

I know because I lived there for a long time.

I'll tell you the truth, because the part of you reading this is tired of being lied to.

I was bullied young, by a girl who taught me that belonging meant losing myself. There was a boy at the family cabin around the same age who tried to back me into a corner. I said no, and he told me I wasn't a very good friend. I learned early that being chosen required being smaller. Quieter, lighter, more available. I started getting "tummy aches" at 7, fainting at school, cutting at 8, not eating. I was anorexic before I knew what the word meant.

I drank for the first time at 11. Heavily. By high school I was a party girl, and by 17 I was suicidal. I stood on the wrong side of a footbridge one afternoon and only climbed back over because I thought of my dog. I went on antidepressants. I started running because the energy in my body had nowhere else to go.

A few years later, I lost my first love, Alex, to suicide. He was the one who'd shown up for me in the dark, and the dark took him. I was 22.

I swung. From rigid orthorexia and over-exercising. Losing my period, shrinking myself into a body that wouldn't take up space. To blackout binges and grief I didn't know how to hold. I built a raw dessert company in Costa Rica with a partner I'd fallen out of love with, and I stayed silent for a year while my soul left first. I came home at 27 to my childhood bedroom in Edmonton, broke, lost, and not sure why "making it" hadn't made me feel anything.

A year after that, there was a man in Bali. I fed the story he gave me that my body was “too toned” another choice to either get smaller over stronger. I tried smaller. It made me physically and energetcially sick. When I went back to Edmonton, I learned what a real body NO felt like when I literally collapsed and felt nauseous after learning he'd booked a flight to come see me. We were still dating at this point. My body had been speaking the whole time, telling me that this relationship was not healthy for me. I'd been overriding her yet again.

What I came to understand through Integrity Seminars, the Institute for Integrative Nutrition, MotherCircle training under Kimberly Ann Johnson, somatic study, raw chef training, plant medicine, Louise Hay's psychosomatic teachings, and most of all through my body herself:

 Is that none of what I'd lived was random.

The eczema, the panic attacks, the orthorexia, the missing period, the relationships that contracted me, the ones that finally let me expand, they were all the same conversation. My body had been telling me the truth in the only language she had. She had never lied. I just hadn't been listening.

I started listening.

I started eating eggs. Then fish. Then a full carrot cake on a beach in Costa Rica, with full gluten and full dairy, and I felt the difference between eating from approval and eating from punishment. I started running not to shrink, but to feel strong. I fell in love with Muay Thai. I stopped sleeping with people to be chosen. I met my partner Jeremy, and my period came back when I was finally being met, when I finally met myself.

I had my daughter Koji. I became a mother, which is its own initiation into another layer of belonging, disconnect, and remembering.

Now I'm an Intuitive Integrative Health Coach, a private chef who's cheffed retreats and sat at the heads of plant medicine ceremony tables, a MotherCircle facilitator, and a woman who has done, and continues to do, the deep work of self-honouring.

And now my passion and service is this:

Guiding women come back into their bodies so they can stop performing their lives and start actually living them.

Not in theory. In your kitchen, with the food you actually choose. In your relationships, with the things you finally say. In your work, with the standards you finally hold. In your body, with the space you finally take up without apology, without shrinking, without asking permission from anyone who isn't you.

This work is somatic, intuitive, and grounded in the body as the sacred guide. We work with food as ceremony. Movement as listening. Emotion as information. The erotic as creative life force, the aliveness that makes a life feel like a life and not a performance of one.

What I offer my clients is sacred excavation. The thawing of what you've been overriding. The return of your own voice. The slow, then sudden, rebuild of standards inside you that your outer world has no choice but to mirror.

This work is not for the casually curious. It's intimate. Sometimes fierce. Always tender. It's for women who are done. Done abandoning themselves to be chosen, done numbing what they don't want to feel, done waiting to be ready.

If you're tired of the spirals. If you can feel the dullness and don't want to live there anymore. If you secretly long to be a woman you respect. If is this it? keeps waking you up at 3am… there’s so much more, and your body has been trying to tell you.

I'd love to meet you.

Book a free discovery call below. We'll get on a video call, feel each other out, and see if the work I do is the next yes for you. No pressure, no pitch. Just a real conversation between two women.

You get to live a life that feels like you, fully expressed, ALIVE, well-fed and nourished, surrounded by inspiration and authentic, genuine connection.

That's the whole point.

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