Why Freedom FoundHer: A Beginning and a Return
This isn’t just a beginning. It’s a return. To the me I buried under weight, grief, striving, and survival. This blog is about unearthing her. And trust me, she’s got something to say.
Two months ago, I moved to Portugal with nothing but four suitcases, a carry-on full of intentions, no grand plan and the kind of peace that only comes when you’ve set your whole old life on fire and walked away in slow motion like Angela Bassett in Waiting to Exhale.
But this didn’t begin at the airport. It began years ago when I decided that survival wasn’t enough. When I started losing the weight that had wrapped itself around my body and my identity. When I started asking: “Who would I be if I let go of everything that wasn’t mine to carry?”
This blog — Freedom FoundHer — is a space for that story.
Softness in a new place. Power in a new posture.
What This Space Is
This is not just a travel blog. This is not just a weight loss blog. This is a soul blog.
A space for:
- Shedding what no longer fits
- Relearning your body, your spirit, your desires
- Telling the truth
- Honoring Black womanhood — in all its softness, complexity, and magic
- Living free — on your own terms
What have you been carrying that no longer belongs to you? What might your life feel like if you laid it down?
The Journey So Far
I’ve lost over 100 pounds naturally- no pills, no gimmicks. Literally from the basics- eat right, drink water, move more, sleep 7-8 hours, and when possible stress less. I’ve walked through the fire of divorce. I’ve stepped away from a career path that no longer aligned. And now I’ve crossed oceans to live a life that feels honest, whole, and soft.
And I’m still in it. Still shedding. Still learning. Still returning to the version of me I buried to survive.
The weight loss was never the point. The return to myself was.
Why I Left
America taught me how to grind. Portugal is teaching me how to live and nap on purpose.
I traded in cortisol spikes, urgency, and always having your head on a swivel for cobblestone strolls, fresh-baked pastries, and the kind of peace that don’t even need a filter.
When was the last time you felt safe? In your body, in your space, in your life?
And if the answer is “when Beyoncé dropped Renaissance” … sis, we got work to do.
An Invitation
If you’ve ever felt too heavy, physically, emotionally, spiritually;
If you’ve ever had to unbutton your jeans AND your expectations just to make it through the day;
If you’ve ever whispered, “I just want to feel free…”
This space is for you.
Whether you’re here for the glow-up, the softness, the relocation, or the raw honesty. Welcome.
This is just the beginning. And the return. And the remembering.
Freedom FoundHer. And now, she’s writing it all down.
Still unfolding. Still returning. Getting free.
Next Up on the Blog
10 Things I Let Go of to Get Free
Life in Portugal So Far: Softness, Slow Days, and No Regrets
The Truth About Losing 100 Pounds (That No One Talks About)
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