HI. I'M SALT

YEP, IT'S MY REAL NAME.
AND YEP, I CHOSE IT.

This is the part where I'm supposed to tell you "who I am".

And since you're here, you already know how hard it is to be you in a world that keeps trying to change who that even means.

GRLZ was born because I needed a place to tell the truth and live it out.

A place where born girls raised in culture ghettos could remember who they were before the world started editing.

So before you keep reading... I want you to know–you make sense. Even your mess. Especially your fight.

It all belongs. It all matters. You matter. I made this for us.

I FELT IT.

Not all of mine will be yours––but if even one is... you're not alone.

I didn't have tools. I had habits, I had masks. I used to...

numb big feels with dope,
push down anxiety with wine,
scar my body and call it self care,
ghost for protection,
control every bite, every move, every version of 'me'.
find comfort in danger + try to disappear.
pretend I was fine. Fight God. Hate myself.

I ran with the outcasts, numbed out with drugs, drowned in party culture.

Got pregnant at 14–– and was forced to make a decision I didn’t choose.

I tried on gay. I fronted like a boy. I starved my body + then rebuilt it like armor in the gym.

Every version of me was a survival strategy.

A way to be seen but not touched.

A way to not (totally) fall apart.

I LIVED IT.

I didn't start with clarity or control.
I started with chaos––and a quiet knowing that I couldn't keep living the way I was.

So I went looking. Not for surface help, but for something that could actually hold me.

I studied recovery. Nervous system science. Trauma, psychology, and breathwork.

Not to impress anyone—but to try and make sense of me.

I became my own experiment.
Tested every tool. Failed a lot. Kept going.

This wasn’t wellness.
This was survival.
This was sacred trial.

And slowly… it started to free me.

I FOUND IT.

But not all at once.
Piece by piece. Fire by fire.

I got honest.
Went deep into recovery.
Let God into places I’d locked.

And when the healing got real—so did my calling.

That’s when I started sharing.
Because the tools weren’t just theories anymore. They were lived. Proven.

And they worked—not just for me, but for other girls who reminded me of me.

Now? I live in freedom.

Not the perfect kind. Not the influencer kind.

The kind where I don’t hide. Don’t lie. Don’t need to chase “good enough” anymore.

I can walk into a room without armor.

I can love my story without rewriting it.

I show up messy––and stay whole.

It wasn’t easy.

It took guts and grace and glory.

But if you want it too… it’s yours.

And because the healing got real—so did the work.

I’ve spent 17+ years walking with girls like me.

Not as someone who had all the answers, but as someone who lived the questions—and made it out.

Along the way, I got trained in what actually helps:

Recovery Coaching + Holistic Health Coaching
Trauma, Identity, and Positive Psychology
Breathwork + Nervous System Science
Behavioral Design + Motivational Interviewing

But none of that matters more than this:

I used every tool on myself first.

Then brought them to girls still in the glitch.

And I really care. Like, a lot. 💚

I BUILT IT.

I built GRLZ for the ones who never fit.

Not in therapy. Not in the "girl" box.

The ones who were strong for everyone else ––but never really felt seen. Still healing. Still glitching. Still here.

If you’ve ever looked around and thought:

"Am I the only one who feels like this isn’t it?"

...then GRLZ is for you.

You don’t have to fake it here.

Not to be fine. Not to be healed.

Not to be anything but real.

I BELIEVE IT.

There is no such thing as "just a girl". Girlhood is the new war zone.

What you believe about yourself is a mixtape of:

What's true
What's true for you
What was never yours, but twisted into you

Who you became makes perfect sense.

Even if it's not (yet) who you were born to be.

You're not a glitch. You're not a mistake.

You're not too much, too lost, or too late.

You don’t need fixing.
You need to come home.

That's what GRLZ is for.

I GOT YOU.

If you need a wingwoman–– I got you.

I cry with the girls. Rage with them. Throw down mercy. Confess truth. Share breath when they can't find their own.

This isn't couch-and-clipboard energy with “how does that make you feel?” on repeat.

I don’t sit back and take notes while you spiral.

I get in the trenches with you.
I dare you into movement.
I coach like I care—because I do.

This isn’t a vibe check.

It’s a soul workout.

We don’t just talk about it—we go there.

And then we practice what freedom actually looks like.

You don’t have to be perfect here.

But you do have to be real.

I'm not here to watch you play small.

I'm here to help you stop hiding––and let the light in.

Let's burn the old script and write something real.

No masks. No pity. No rescue mission.

Just revolution.

🖤 Salt

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