
You don’t have to have lost 150 pounds to recognize yourself in this story.
Maybe you’ve spent years taking care of everyone else while quietly losing sight of yourself.
Maybe you’ve carried wounds from your past that still shape what you believe about who you are.
Maybe you’ve changed things on the outside, only to discover there was still healing to do on the inside.
Or maybe you’ve simply reached a season of life when you’ve begun asking:
Is this all there is? Did I wait too long? Is there still more for me?
Half My Size, Twice the Woman was written from my story. But I hope somewhere in its pages, you begin to recognize your own.
Because this book isn’t ultimately about becoming smaller. It’s about becoming whole.


“There was one more person left to forgive and perhaps, she was the hardest one of all.
Me.
Realizing I needed to forgive myself broke me open. I had never experienced the depth of sorrow I felt that day. I wept for the years I had wasted, the years I had stolen from my children, the loss of a mother who could run with them, play freely, and show up fully in her body. I grieved the years I had taken from my husband, denying him a wife who felt physically alive, confident, and present.
Forgiving others cracked the door open. Forgiving myself required that I walk all the way through it barefoot, unarmored, and afraid. It was the hardest threshold I have ever crossed.
But this life is a journey, not a sentence.”
Excerpt from Half My Size, Twice the Woman
If something in these pages speaks to a part of your own story, I would be honored to have you join me for the journey.
Half My Size, Twice the Woman is a reminder that our past can shape us without defining us, healing is still possible, and there is no age at which we become too old to begin again.

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