Growing up, I was surrounded by strong women—women who stepped up, provided for their families, and carried so much with grace. I watched them lead, build, overcome, and love with a kind of strength that still amazes me to this day. Their beauty, their success, and their quiet (and sometimes not-so-quiet) empowerment shaped the way I see the world.

My determination comes from them.
My resilience comes from them.
My belief that I can create something meaningful with my own two hands comes from them.

I’m incredibly grateful for the wisdom they poured into me—wisdom that reminds me that the life I dream of is possible, attainable, and worth working for. Because of them, I walk with confidence. Because of them, I know that I can build a future that reflects my heart, my purpose, and my passion.

They set the foundation… and I’m honored to continue the legacy. 💛

I grew up experiencing both Catholic and Christian households, so faith was always around me… but for a long time, it felt more like something I observed than something I truly lived. I went to church here and there, and even graduated from a private Christian school, but my personal relationship with Jesus didn’t fully begin until early 2025.

And honestly—it has been a raw, real, and beautiful journey.
Some days I feel steady and full of hope.
Other days, I feel like I’m learning how to walk all over again.

But even in the moments where I feel unsure, I’ve discovered a peace in knowing that God meets me exactly where I am. He doesn’t expect perfection. He doesn’t expect me to have it all together. He simply asks me to come as I am.

I’m learning that every season—whether joyful, confusing, or heavy—has a purpose. And I’m comforted knowing that God has my back through all of it. There’s something soft and reassuring about walking through life with the understanding that I’m not doing it alone.

This chapter of my faith has been tender, eye-opening, and sometimes stretching… but I’m genuinely grateful for it. I feel held, guided, and seen in ways I never expected. And that warmth has become one of the biggest blessings in my life.

I grew up in a town that many would call small, but to me, it was the whole world—Holland, Michigan. Over the years it’s grown into a comfortable, medium-sized community, but it still holds the same charm that shaped my heart. Growing up there meant truly experiencing all four seasons: the fresh bloom of spring, warm lakeside summers, the breathtaking colors of fall, and snowy winters that felt like something out of a storybook.

Nature was always part of the rhythm of life, and I didn’t realize until much later how much it influenced me. The quietness, the shifting seasons, the slowing down and speeding up—it all taught me to appreciate change, beauty, and the small details that make life feel soft and meaningful. I’m incredibly grateful for that.

Holland shaped my character long before I ever stepped into esthetics. It taught me patience. It taught me presence. It taught me how healing a peaceful environment can be—something I carry into every single service I provide. The warmth of community there, the people I met, and the connections I built all helped mold me into the woman and the esthetician I am today.

Even though life has brought me back to my hometown of Edinburg, TX, Holland will always be part of my story. It’s the place that nurtured my compassion, my creativity, and my desire to make others feel cared for. And I hope that every client who walks into my space feels a little bit of that same warmth and grounding energy.