That time I went into hiding…

Is Your Inner ICON trapped?


Once upon a time, probably as a lil’ girl, your Inner ICON was forced into hiding.

By judgment and well-meaning critics. By rules and do’s and don’ts. By conditioning and a confusing mix of praise and approval followed by punishment and shaming.

She was told that BEing herself - bright, bold, beautiful, kickass, brazen - was not only wrong, but dangerous.

She was taught that BEing all of who she was and expressing it was arrogant, cocky, conceited and, again, dangerous.

She was lead to believe that stuffing her bigness down would keep her safe, worthy and allow her to be liked and loved. It would prevent her from being abandoned. It would make her “normal” and “acceptable.”

So she started to act and feel and DRESS the part. She tucked and folded and stuffed down all of her ICONIC WOW and thought it wasn’t that first.


Eventually, she started to feel frustrated, angry and like a fraud. She felt stifled and stuck and confused. But, she kept on going, keeping up the illusion, exhausting as it was.

Then one day, she EXPLODED and said, “FUCK THIS SHIT!” and decided enough was enough and it was time to be who she always knew herself to be. But she had no idea where to begin or what to do next…

Is this you? Are you ready to unleash your Inner ICON and let her play?!!! If I did it (and I thought it was IMPOSSIBLE!), you can most certainly effing do it!

And I can help!!! Hit reply, m’lady, and let’s set up a time to talk about your ICONIC Liberation!!!

//You are not some glossy print… Show up like the unique work of Art you are.

Air kisses,