I grew up feeling like I didn’t belong—not at home, not in my body, and not in the world.

Told my birth mother had died during childbirth, I later learned the truth through a family friend when I was around 11 or 12.

That revelation stirred something in me I didn’t have words for—just a fire, a rebellion, and a deep ache to feel seen.

I was the Korean girl who broke the rules. Who partied, ran away, and tried on different versions of herself in hopes that one would finally feel like home.

From corporate jobs to club nights, I chased acceptance, connection, and freedom in all the places I thought I was supposed to find them.

But underneath it all was a quiet call—a deeper truth I could no longer ignore.

That call led me to leave the corporate grind and become a personal trainer. And that was just the beginning.

The body became my first portal into healing.

Over time, it cracked me open and invited me to feel—really feel.

To unravel the stories I had inherited about what it meant to be a woman, a Korean woman, a daughter, a single mother.

Stories that told me to be quiet, to survive, to perform, to sacrifice myself in order to be worthy.

I began to untangle those stories—not through thinking, but through feeling.

Breath by breath. Pattern by pattern.

I began to remember who I was before the world told me who to be.

Today, I guide women back to their own bodies and inner knowing through somatic work, breathwork, and energy healing.

My work isn’t about fixing you—it’s about reminding you that you were never broken.

It’s about softening, listening, and awakening to the artist within: the part of you who creates, feels, and receives life fully.

Because when you’re home in your body, everything else begins to align.

You remember: you were the magic all along.