At my biggest, food completely consumed my life.

What to eat. What not to eat. When to eat. When I “shouldn’t”. I’d sit battling the constant thoughts in my head.

I joined the slimming clubs. Bought the gym memberships. Promised myself this time I’d finally “sort myself out”.

A few weeks later I’d be right back where I started - binging, feeling like I’d failed again, and beating myself up for it. Physically and mentally, I felt awful.

I thought my problem was just my weight. But the truth was, it went much deeper than that. It was my mindset. My mental health. My relationship with food.

Food had become my comfort and my coping mechanism after my Nan passed away.

Life looks very different now.

Over the years I’ve done a lot of work on myself - therapy, counselling, mental health courses, and learning to understand why I used food the way I did.

Food no longer controls me. I eat the things I enjoy. I don’t deprive myself. And yes — I still absolutely love food. But my relationship with it is completely different.

That’s why I work so hard to help other women who feel the way I once did.

Because it’s bloody hard - and I genuinely get it.

I want women to break free from that exhausting all-or-nothing cycle and stop feeling like they’re constantly failing themselves.

Because you can change things.

Sometimes you just need someone who’s been through it too.