sometimes i forget my story 🧐

sometimes i forget my story 🧐

i’m so far from the mindset & energy i used to have, i genuinely forget that was ME!

it was NOT always like that…

for most of my life, i struggled with anorexia x bulimia. i hated my body & hated the way i looked.

i grew up in an abusive home. i was hit if i had chipped nails. if i didn’t wear my jewelry. or put on a happy face after said abuse.

everything was about image.

except, i was also hit if i was ‘too much’.

i was told over & over again that i was the problem.

i was dragged to church after these happenings for what felt like forced ‘purification’.

my home life, religion & society, taught me from a very young age that i was only lovable when i was perfect.

and definitely not when i was horny 🤷🏼‍♀️

(try telling that to a rebel soul 😝)

i couldn’t figure out, why years later, i had a track record of abusive boyfriends.

why i couldn’t leave after he screamed like that…
why i couldn’t put down the cocaine…
why i couldn’t stop picking myself apart…

why, as soon as things got good, i would create chaos & feel like crazy town…

it was extra painful because it looked like i was crushing life from the outside

(high achievers, you know this well)

i was f a l l i n g apart.

this month, i celebrate 4 years in Denver.

that means just 4 years ago, i was shamefully walking up to planned parenthood to help me through a non consensual pregnancy from an abusive partner.

i barely had the money to pay.

i was trying to make my successful in person biz, a successful ONLNE biz, but was blowing through my savings.

it was the most powerful chapter of my life.

in just over six months, i grew my biz to over 6 figures…& the rest is what you see here today :)

tomorrow i’ll be sharing an exciting new 1:1 offering to help you step into your own sovereignty & embodiment 💕

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