I was dieting by grade three.

I grew up being body shamed. And I grew up in the nineties where the message was everywhere, that if you were not thin enough, you were not beautiful enough. I absorbed all of it. And I arrived at the only conclusion that seemed available to me: that if I could just get thin enough, everything would finally be okay. That I would finally be lovable. Worthy. Enough.

So I got on the merry-go-round. Every plan. Every Monday. Every challenge that promised this time would be different. I weighed myself every morning and let the number decide what kind of day I was going to have. I restricted and then I binged and then I felt the shame and then I started over, again and again and again.

I did not stop until I was thirty-eight years old.

Not because I was weak. But because nobody ever told me the merry-go-round itself was the problem. Nobody ever helped me look underneath it.

The shift did not come from another plan. It came when I stopped trying to control the behaviour and started working with what was actually driving it. When I finally heard what my body had been trying to tell me all along, the pattern shifted. Not through force. Because my system no longer needed the coping strategy.

I released the emotional weight. And it changed everything.

I found peace. Not perfect eating. Freedom.

That is what brought me to this work. And it is what I do for the women I work with now.

Over 350 women have worked with me across private sessions, group containers, medicine-assisted journeys, and immersive workshops.