Origins

Deciding to recover from anorexia nervosa was the hardest decision I've ever made:

It was hard because of the gravity of the task; 40% of my body weight lost over three months, replete with a stuttering heart, balding head and atrophic skin.

It was hard because of the radical accountability it required; I bore the only and ultimate responsibility for the input and the output.

It was hard because of the stigma of the illness; the raw physicalisation of mental illness is shocking and painful, as is the shame of what is often seen as body dysmorphic or aesthetic-obsessed.

It was hardest because it forced me to confront my fear of surviving, my anxiety to be alive, the reality that my divinity, creativity and lovability are innate.

It was hardest because I could no longer protect myself from what the world told me to be, instead it made me be who I am, love who I am, and realise I am enough.

Falling in love with yourself,  living into your worth; this is the hardest decision. 

When women reclaim their sovereignty, they rule their destiny.

This is what halos represent.

The piece that says:

I am Queen of my domain.

My divinity is innate.

I am the beginning and end of this reality.

This is my halo.

When you forget, or it falls, the hands of your tribe of mentors - the angels of Angel House - hold what you cannot.

We are stronger together.