I spent most of my life doing everything right. People pleaser. Perfectionist. Chronic overachiever. I based every decision on how it would make others feel and how it would look. I was brilliant at it. And it cost me everything.

The wild, raw, untamed part of me that I'd suppressed deep in my psyche started to peek through the cracks. Instead of pretending she didn't exist — I went looking for her. I went down into the underworld of my own soul to find her and bring her back into the light.

Now I guide brilliant women through the same descent. With a guide who already knows the terrain. Without spending one more minute being less muchier than they were before the conditioning got its hands on them. This is the work. And it changes everything.

I used to be an expert at shrinking myself to fit. Performing perfection. People-pleasing my way through life. Wearing whatever mask the room required and swinging between too much and not enough, adjusting my size for every room. I was really good at it. Until the day I wasn't anymore.  

I used to be an expert at shrinking myself to fit. Performing perfection. People-pleasing my way through life. Wearing whatever mask the room required and swinging between too much and not enough, adjusting my size for every room. I was really good at it. Until the day I wasn't anymore.