My Story

I grew up in Berkshire with my mum and my grandmother. We were the three amigos, always laughing, always bickering, and always finding an excuse to disappear on holiday together. My mum worked three jobs to give me every opportunity she could. Even though she was constantly working, she somehow always found time for me, and I'll always be grateful for everything she sacrificed.

Like many families, ours believed that losing weight was something to celebrate. From a very young age, I learnt that if I wanted something, the answer was often, "Only if you lose five pounds first." Without anyone intending to cause harm, I grew up believing that my worth, happiness and achievements were tied to the number on the scales.

That belief stayed with me for years.

I tried countless diets, spent hours in the gym trying to earn my food, and found myself caught in an exhausting cycle of restriction, binge eating, guilt and self-punishment. Over time, my relationship with food became increasingly unhealthy. I lived with bulimia for more than ten years, underwent weight loss surgery and became completely consumed by trying to change my body. Even when I lost weight, I never found the peace I thought would come with it.

Around the same time, life brought other challenges. After experiencing an abusive relationship, I found Yoga. It became the first place where I felt safe in my own body again. Instead of asking how I could make my body smaller, I slowly began asking how I could care for it.

Professionally, I spent years working for a well-known high street retailer, travelling across Europe before eventually settling in Brighton, the city I now proudly call home. Like many people working in corporate roles, I spent long days at a desk, eating poorly, moving very little and feeling increasingly disconnected from my health.