My journey has been one of peeling back layers—unlearning who I had to become just to survive. I learned to meet those survival selves with compassion, not shame, knowing they got me here. And now, I’ve invited them to join the revolution: the messy, beautiful rebellion toward a more authentic, thriving me.
One of the most powerful things I reclaimed was my inner authority—the knowing that lives in my bones, not someone else’s rulebook. That path guided me deeper into the mystical: tarot, angel numbers, crystals, rituals. Tools that helped me remember who I was, before the world told me who to be.
This isn’t just “woo." It’s how I listen to myself, guide others, and create art that feels like magic.
Embracing my queerness—and unlearning everything I was taught to fear and hate—has been the hardest and most liberating journey of my life. I wasn’t safe to be who I truly was growing up. That truth fuels everything I do now.
This space, this lens, this work—it's built for belonging. For all identities, all bodies, all stories.
Because everyone deserves to be seen without shrinking.
You belong here. Fully. Fiercely. Always.
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