Hello

But before all the titles and offerings, I was a woman who hated her body.
A woman who felt unworthy of love, of belonging, of success.
I lived in constant war with myself—my reflection, my emotions, my desires.

Yoga was my first doorway back to myself.

It wasn’t about handstands or flexibility—it was about feeling again.
About breathing through the discomfort and realizing that maybe… just maybe… my body wasn’t the enemy. Through sacred ceremony, sisterhood, circles, and tears on the mat, I began to listen.

 

To soften. To trust.

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My healing didn’t happen all at once. It came in whispers—in the laughter of women gathered under the moon, in the deep silence of sound bowls echoing through the forest, in the safety of sacred space where I could show up fully as I am.

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I don’t have it all figured out. I’m not here to pretend I do.
But I’ve come to understand that healing isn’t about perfection—it’s about presence.
It’s about choosing to return to yourself again and again, with compassion, with courage, and with curiosity.

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So here’s your invitation:
Come as you are.
Bring your wounds, your wisdom, your wildness.
In my world, we cry and we laugh in the same breath. We hold space for the sacred and the silly. We celebrate each other’s becoming.

Because you are not broken.
You are becoming.

And I’m so honored to walk this path beside you.

With love,
Martina 🤍