Like many of you, my skincare journey started with one goal - tackling those stubborn dark spots. What began as a simple mission became a transformative experience that taught me valuable lessons about patience, self-acceptance, and the importance of listening to my skin.

Let me share something personal with you. I used to be that person at the gym, going through the motions with my personal trainer ex, doing everything “right” but feeling completely disconnected.

If this resonates with you, I invite you to read my blog post “Beyond the Scale: A Letter to Women Chasing External Validation,” where I share my full journey. But for now, let me tell you - I was chasing an image, not health - and that’s exactly why it wasn’t working.

Every style journey begins with a profound moment of self-awareness. For me, that pivotal moment arrived on a crisp autumn morning when gazing into my reflection; I experienced a striking realization: while my inner self had undergone a remarkable transformation through months of dedicated personal growth and self-discovery, my outward appearance remained a silent witness to my past self. The disconnect between who I had become internally and how I presented myself to the world became startlingly clear.

I used to stand in front of the gym mirror, going through the motions of another workout routine my personal trainer ex had written for me.

The movements were perfect, but something was missing - my heart wasn't in it. Maybe you've been there too - doing all the right things for all the wrong reasons, showing up for someone else's dreams while yours sit quietly in the corner.

I remember staring at my reflection one morning, fingers tracing the dark spots that had become unwanted companions on my face. Like many of us, I started my skincare journey feeling lost, armed only with determination and a friend's recommendation for LUSH products. Natural, handmade, promising - surely this would be my answer? But sometimes, the simplest solutions aren't enough for our complex needs.

It was a crisp autumn morning when I caught my reflection in the mirror—something felt different. After months of dedicated self-work and fitness training, I wasn't just seeing physical changes;

I was witnessing the emergence of someone new—someone who finally felt at home in her own skin. The woman staring back at me had a sparkle in her eyes that spoke of self-discovery and growing confidence.

I remember sitting in my favorite coffee shop, staring at my reflection in the window, wondering why I felt so... different. Have you ever had that moment where your emotions feel like a tangled ball of yarn, and you can't quite find the beginning?

That was me trying to understand what triggered these feelings - was it that phone call? That social media post? That random text that sent my mind spinning?

I remember the exact moment my perspective on visualization shifted. It was a quiet night, my mind racing with entrepreneurial thoughts as usual, when something magical happened. Instead of my typical stress-filled evening, I was transported into a vivid vision that would change everything.

Last month, I hosted what turned out to be the most transformative girls' night of my life. Imagine this: my tiny apartment, usually bustling with life, transformed into a cozy sanctuary.

The soft glow of string lights overhead, the comforting aroma of freshly baked cookies, and the inviting warmth of the space set the stage for a truly special evening. What started as a casual wine and cheese evening became a deeply meaningful experience.