I grew up in the 80's and 90's, the age of Little Debbie's, Mountain Due, Madonna and U2. We put the ultra in ultra bright clothes and the hot in hot pink. Yes it was a fun time, most of the time.
I lived what I thought to be an average life with an average family. I made average grades in school and did average things. It was normal for kids in my days to live on Kraft Macaroni and cheese, and PB J sandwiches accompanied by Nutty Bar's or Oatmeal Pies. For mom however it was a different story.
My mom struggled with her health within a few years of having her fourth child, my little sister. After a hysterectomy, my mother struggled to balance her hormones and her weight. I grew up watching her attempt to control her weight struggle with fad diets that promised a miracle.
My mom bought every pill and diet drug on the market. Like most Americans today, she was a victim of many of America's biggest scams to date.
Our cupboards were full of diet snacks, and our fridge was loaded with fat free this and lite that. With each new attempt to lose weight, I watched as my mother would do all the right things, but somehow the scale tipped.
She still gained more weight.
By the time I was a young teen, I had developed a fear that would cripple my life for many years. I became bulimic and loathed my body. I dreaded beach and pool parties with other kids for fear of wearing a bathing suit. I knew diet didn't work, so the only solution was not to keep the food in.
Food became a source of comfort and pain all at the same time. My body became a source of shame.
I learned to live this way and it became normal. I attempted to control my weight with exercise and "healthy" eating. The elephant in the room however, never left.
After having children and getting married, the shame and guilt over my body that had been stuffed and covered up with an appearance of health, began to appear in my life as anxiety and addiction.
I did not want to pass this on to my girls and knew that they would learn how to feel about their own bodies by watching me. I knew that if I did not do something that resulted in a genuine change, I would pass on the very same struggles that I had my whole life.
First, I sought out professional counseling to work through the layers of my life with the support of my husband. For the next 5 years, the journey to healing would be full of twists and turns.
After pursuing a deep understanding of my true identity as a child of God, I began to look at my body as a temple. I challenged myself to wear no makeup or bright clothes for a time just so I could truly look at the person in the mirror and love what I saw, the REAL me.
On the road to recovery I have been blessed with a business that aspires to motivate others to true self love. In doing so we also hope to share some of the things that we acquire along the way. That is where the ancient Baobab Fruit Powder comes into play. It has the power to heal, and restore years of damage done to the body, there is nothing like it! Once we learn to love our bodies, we only want to nourish it the best way possible.
By Owner, Founder
Theresa A. Noach