06/08/2026
Was going to keep this just on my close friends story.
Decided to post it. Second guessed it. Then remembered I GENUINELY don't give a f**k.
This is who I am. At Trader Joe's. At any grocery store on any day with nowhere to be and no reason to look like this except that it felt right. At the school pickup line. The gas station. My living room.
I dress for the version of myself that has stopped asking for permission. And that version shows up everywhere. In the work I do. In the sessions I hold. In the way I walk into a room and don't immediately calculate how much of myself is appropriate to bring.
All of it or nothing.
That's the energy I bring to everything. The somatic work. The writing. The music. The readings. The containers I hold for people who are learning to do the same thing... to stop editing themselves into something more manageable and start showing up as the full, complicated, beautifully specific thing they actually are.
That work starts with exactly this.
Wearing the thing. Saying the thing. Being yourself. Not giving a f**k.
Link in bio if you're ready...