MEET

I’m a licensed therapist, writer, and brain science nerd with a side hustle in soul-tending—here to help you feel less lost and more like yourself again!

01 • Origin Story

I Think I Became A Therapist Somewhere Around 30,000 Feet.

Tales from a
Tin Can ♡

My parents divorced when I was young, which meant I started flying alone at an age when most kids were still being escorted everywhere by their parents. I learned pretty quickly how to walk into unfamiliar places, figure out the room, make myself comfortable, and talk to just about anyone. Somewhere along the way, I also discovered something fascinating about airplanes: put two strangers next to each other in a tin can in the sky, and people will tell you everything.

I heard about marriages, divorces, family drama, regrets, careers, heartbreaks, children, and secrets people seemed surprised to hear themselves saying out loud. Then, even more strangely, they would ask me what I thought. I was still a kid, but I would listen and offer whatever wisdom I had, and adults were constantly telling me how unusually mature I was for my age.

Looking back, those flights were some of my earliest lessons in human behavior. I became fascinated by what people carry around with them, what they reveal when they feel safe, and how much we all want someone to really listen.

I was becoming a therapist long before I knew I wanted to be one.

02 • The Fitting-In Years

I Got Very Good At Fitting In.

I learned how to read a room early. Eventually, I also learned how to edit myself to fit it.

Ballet came first. Then modeling. Both taught me discipline, perseverance, and how to keep going when my feet hurt. They also introduced me pretty early to the idea that bodies could be evaluated. Too big here. Not enough there. Stand like this. Lengthen that. Take up space, but only the right kind of space.

And honestly, I was good at it. Not just the ballet or modeling part. I was good at figuring out what was expected of me and becoming that version of myself.

I think a lot of us learn some version of this, even if we've never worn a leotard or stood in front of a camera. Maybe you learned to be the easy one. The funny one. The smart one. The pretty one. The athlete. The caretaker. The kid who never caused trouble. We notice what gets approval, what gets criticized, what makes people comfortable, and somewhere along the way, we can start editing ourselves accordingly.

For me, body image got tangled up in that equation too. I spent years absorbing messages about what a body was supposed to look like and how much attention it deserved. It took me a long time to understand that taking care of your body and constantly monitoring it are not the same thing.

That lesson would eventually become a huge part of Kind Body, but I had to live it before I could teach it.

Turns out, fitting in and belonging are two very different things.

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I'd like to disappear into this sweatshirt made for a large adult man, please.

What would happen if we stopped making our bodies audition for our kindness?