LIFe, style, and sensuality coach
Like most of us, I grew up in a world that told me being a woman was beautiful—as long as I didn’t take up too much. Too loud. Too sensitive. Too smart. Too boy-crazy. Too confident. Too impractical. Too sexy.
I was told being a woman was sacred, that I was divine — a daughter of God with a specific purpose.
But also… not the leader.
Not the decision-maker.
Not the one with authority—unless a man gave it to me.
And my purpose? To be a baby-making, home-making, perfectly chaste and appropriate looking wife!
I was taught to be sweet, modest, supportive.
To disregard my own feelings and thoughts even when I didn’t agree.
To keep asking everyone else—God, men, the Church, my family—if it was okay to be who I already knew I was.
And for a long time—I tried to be that girl, and in my twenties especially, I was really good at it! I checked all the boxes to earn approval and look the part. I did all the things expected of me:
Married at 19 to another boy in my religion after less than a year of dating.
College degree. Two babies in my twenties. Stay-at-home-momma. Active in my church. And soooooooooo righteous.
In short, I did everything I was told I should do, and that was supposed to make me SOOO happy!
Then my life imploded a decade later at 29, when I found myself in a completely broken and dysfunctional marriage, a spiritual identify crisis, and a body that I was suddenly in a new relationship with.
You see, I’d lost a lot of my self-worth in my twenties, outsourcing it in the name of gaining approval. What happened is that I ended up mostly overweight with lots of back pain, depressed, completely cut off from my sexuality (more on that one HERE!), and really, just very very lonely. What I really was carrying was shame and a deep distrust of myself.
Suddenly, I found myself falling in love with a man who I wasn’t supposed to (not my husband!), using my voice to sing and perform (a talent I hadn’t flexed in forever), and I was in the presence of someone who really saw my soul, and liked it.
That relationship woke me up, activating all the tingles in me from the way my body responded to his presence, to the immense poundage that was just falling off my body without trying, to the realization that so many things were wrong in me and in my life and that I had to change them all if I was going to survive.
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Fast forward a year later, and then I was alone. Going through a painful and scary divorce. A scarlet letter on my chest. I’d moved to a new state and had to start a new full-time job and face being a single mom with no family support. And for the first time in a decade, I was thin and absolutely gorgeous.
With no one to share it with.
Though I’d moved a lot in me – releasing the toxic marriage, owning my actions, and was building a life for myself – I was still outsourcing my authority in a desperate attempt to find forgiveness and approval. I still didn’t understand the power of my own body and feelings, or the shame still running my system.
I didn’t think I’d ever be with a man again. And truthfully, I was ok with that.
Fast forward a few more years, and I’d proven myself wrong! I got married again (reconnecting to the flame that had made me see how broken my first marriage really was), blended families, had another baby on the way, moved back to my ultra-religious and conservative state, and was back to living life as a stay-at-home mom. I’d really even demanded that I get to do that, and my kick-ass husband made it happen.
Then I realized I was MISERABLE.
I was deep in crisis. I had everything I said I wanted. The beautiful blended family. The attentive husband. Sex was great. I had a baby with my new man. A lovely house in a lovely neighborhood. And the freedom of staying home and taking care of my kids on my terms.
So why was I so unhappy?
Because inside, I was suffocating again. I was going through the motions and appearances of a religion that demanded much of me that I was realizing I barely aligned with at all.
I was sitting around my house online shopping out of boredom and fussing over the changes I wanted to make to my house, feeling shame and guilt over not having my own money, independance, or career.
I felt so uncomfortable in my body and my clothing, because I was still trying to chase my culture’s approval (and my parents’!) and adhere to what they thought was right for me.
But all of it wasn’t working. It was actually collecting an energetic stink around me.
When my third (and final!) baby was born, it was the last straw for me.
Maybe it was the fact that my daughters were getting older and I couldn’t stand to teach them things that didn’t sit right with me that so obviously didn’t make sense to them either.
Maybe it was that I had a husband who actively encouraged me to be my fierce, sexy and badass self and loved me for it, but I the life I was living then was in so much disconnect from what he inspired in me.
Maybe it was because I was nearing 40 and I was just starting to not give a flying fuck about what other people thought!
Whichever it was, my truths were coming up in a way that was impossible to ignore, and so I didn’t.
I dove headfirst into myself, deconstructing and ripping apart everything I thought I’d believed so I could really discover my soul’s story and purpose.
And when I found her – that inner Goddess inside me – oh wow. I was in love. So deeply, emphatically, and unequivocally in love. And there was also no going back.
It wasn’t that my life really changed – I still do live a fairly “conservative” lifestyle as a mom of 6 kids and a wife. But everything about ME had changed.
My self-love. My self-worth. My rooted feeling of freedom, safety, and belonging.
My self-peace.
The release of fear and shame transmuted me into a new identity – my real identity. The Goddess Maren that looks at life and herself with wonder, awe, and excitement.
How? Why?
Because in my spiritual deep dive inward, I connected with my own divinity. Not an outsourced version of someone who judged me, but the spark inside myself that is truly an expression of the grand divinity of our world. I wasn’t chasing approval anymore because I knew I already had it simply for existing. I wasn’t scared anymore because I understood my power and the freedom of my choices.
Now don’t get me wrong – I still have plenty of days and moments where I’m working through my humanness – my limiting beliefs, my anxieties, my struggles and fears and insecurities.
But the bottom line is, I know my truth, and those things I just mentioned are all things I’m UNLEARNING.
So how did I become a style and sensuality coach?
Because these two things are the crux of my own inner work!
“Style” is synonymous with “self-expression,” “self-celebration,” and “self-adornment.” “Style” is another way we use our voice without having to say one word. It’s how we communicate to ourselves first, and then to others, how we feel about ourselves and life. It’s our embodied vibe. It’s POWERFUL.
And “sensuality?” Sensuality is the baseline of this. It’s the connection to our bodies and the pleasure inherent (think all five senses here, people!) that gives us the tools for freedom, peace, joy, and confidence. Our intuition, our connection to the divine, our authority centers, and our pleasure is all housed by our biggest superpower – our body!
And guess what?
YOU have all the power here. Yes, YOU!
And I can help you harness it and alchemize it to find that feeling of freedom, joy, and sovereignty we’re all really craving.
I’m a life, style, and sensuality coach—but really, I’m a guide for women who are ready to stop hiding, stop performing, and start living like the whole, radiant, soul-filled beings they’ve always been underneath it all.
The work I do is somewhat about clothes, sure—because style is one of the fastest ways to remember your truth (and let’s be honest, it’s so so so FUN!)
It’s how we unearth the parts of you you’ve buried.
It’s how we practice loving our bodies again.
It’s how we feel on the outside the way we’re craving to feel on the inside: clear, connected, confident, and free.
This is about choosing yourself.
Getting dressed for your soul.
And living from a place of embodiment instead of expectation.
Not for anyone else. Not for the male gaze.
Not for the mom group, your mother-in-law, or your inner critic.
Just for you.
I hope you’ll stick around. Take off your bra (or don’t), grab a snack, and make yourself at home.
Because if something in my story lit a fire in you—or made you want to cry, scream, or rip off your beige sweater—you’re in the right place.
So if you’re feeling the pull, here’s how we can play:
🖤 Need a little glow-up and guidance? My 1:1 coaching is for the woman ready to burn the rulebook and dress for her soul.
🖤 Want to start small and go deep? I’ve got workshops + courses + LIVE programs that’ll shake up your closet and your self-worth stories.
🖤 Feeling “meh” in front of your wardrobe? Book a Style Edit Session and we’ll figure out why your jeans (and your joy) don’t fit right now.
🖤 Craving something juicy? I host retreats and VIP experiences that feel like lingerie parties for the soul—sacred, sexy, and transformational.
Bottom line?
If you’re ready to feel turned on by your life again—
To stop dressing for the male gaze, your mom’s opinion, or your inner critic—
And to finally start choosing you…
Then girl, you’ve found your mirror. ✨
Click here to explore what’s calling.
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