I grew up as the only girl in a home with my dad and older brother, where massage became a natural way of caring for the people I loved. I used my hands to help my father through slipped discs and lung cancer, and later relied on that same instinct during my time in foster care. Early on, I learned that if I wanted stability, I had to create it myself.

By 15, I had lost my father and the sense of security he left behind. With little guidance and limited options, I entered the military at 17. The years that followed brought their own challenges—war, periods of homelessness, setbacks, and moments where my past closed doors before I could even reach them. Still, I kept going, determined to build something better.

When the VA finally gave me room to breathe and rebuild, I chose peace. I chose healing. And I chose massage school, where my abilities felt natural and intuitive, even as my background made certain opportunities harder to access. Instead of waiting to be picked, I created my own path. I built She Got Hands from the ground up while still in school.

Today, my clients are the family I found along the way—people who see me, believe in me, and receive the full care of someone who has fought to stand where she stands. I’m even grateful for the doubt I experienced, because it fueled my determination.

I was never broken—I was simply overlooked. Now I intend to shine. My hands have carried me through every stage of my life, and now I use them to bring healing, peace, and genuine care to everyone who trusts me.

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