No matter how long you’ve struggled, there is hope.
For years, healing felt impossible for me. If I can achieve complete healing after a decade of living with disordered eating, so can you!
Here’s my story.
My mom died when I was 12.
My mom passed three short weeks after her leukemia diagnosis. The last day I spoke with her was Christmas Eve.
Her death shattered my world. She was my safe place, and suddenly she was gone.
I was born a sensitive perfectionist. Control made me CALM. Losing her ripped away my sense of order and safety. After her loss, I was shamed for my sensitivity. I didn’t feel safe or know how to process my emotions.
When I went to college, I was depressed and insecure. Like many girls, I grew up with body image issues. I didn’t feel attractive and I was so shy.
I decided to go on a diet, which led to years of anorexia.
On the surface, I hoped to be thinner to be more attractive, but deep down, I needed emotional support and wanted to feel seen and loved. The diet was “successful,” and it quickly transitioned into anorexia.
My days started with anxiety about what I’d eaten the day before or planning how I would maintain my calorie limit and avoid “illegal” foods for the day. I had to exercise. I lost hair, bone density, and my period.
Years in, I had to visit a gastro specialist every month for all of my digestive issues. I was often in physical pain, but the constant obsession with food and my body completely numbed my grief and shame for being “so sensitive.” Disordered eating is an avoidant coping mechanism that served me in a time when I didn’t have the tools or support to cope.
Then the binge eating started. The transition between the restrictive and binge-purge subtypes of anorexia is common, but I panicked.
When I attempted to recover, I crossed over into bulimia.
My entire identity was my illness. Control over food meant control over my world. Binge eating was my worst nightmare.
When I attempted to recover, I crossed over into bulimia instead. This transition, which is very common, was the most brutal phase for me. Doctors put me on several different medications for anxiety and depression. I rapidly gained weight, and mentally, I was miserable.
I battled my mind, my body, and the restrict-binge cycle for years. My eating disorder was a thief of joy. It damaged my relationships, my health, and led to a true breakdown.
After years of therapy not working, I was done with leaving my healing in other’s hands.
I studied psychology, so I looked into one of my favorite subjects — neuroplasticity. I dove into research articles and read books. I worked on rewiring my belief systems and thought patterns, building self-confidence, and gradually reducing restricting and binge episodes.
At the same time, I decided to stop fighting my body. Constant control and self-criticism hadn’t gotten me anywhere. Surrendering control and diving into mindset work was when things finally started to click.
I learned to trust my body. I discovered how to recognize hunger, fullness, and what my body actually needed. Slowly but surely, I let go of the noise of diet culture and reconnected with the inner wisdom I’d always had.
And finally, I began to rediscover who I really was. For so long, my identity was wrapped up in food and weight and what others told me about myself. But as I broke down those limiting beliefs, I reclaimed my confidence, joy, and sense of self.
I moved from Michigan, U.S.A. to Munich, Germany, and was ready to fully experience life instead of living on the sidelines.
Now, I embrace food freedom & can help you do the same.
Food is just food — it’s not something I fear or obsess over. I don’t count calories. I don’t weigh myself. I don’t measure my self-worth by how I look. And most importantly, I’ve created a life that feels aligned with who I am, not the expectations of diet culture or anyone else.
This journey wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t linear. But every step forward was worth it, and it led me to a place I never thought I’d reach. A place of peace, joy, and trust in myself.
That’s why I became the person I always needed. Someone to walk alongside others in this pain and guide their path to healing. Someone to hold space for the shame and struggle that is loving your body regardless of its size in a society that worships thinness. Someone who deeply understands and knows with certainty that no matter how long you’ve struggled or how stuck you feel, you have the power to change.
I can’t wait to walk alongside you on your path to self-discovery and a healthy, joyful relationship with food, your body, and yourself. What’s waiting on the other side is better than you can imagine.