A DECADE OF IMPACT, A LIFETIME OF EXPANSION

I can’t quite believe I have a 10 year old!! Celebrating my business baby’s 10 Year Anniversary!

Once upon a time, little 21 year old Sheree accidentally started a business…

There was no plan. No strategy. No whiteboard covered in five year projections. I was a girl in the middle of a sports science degree who happened to pick up a personal training certification along the way, clipboard in hand, with nothing but a desire to help women that I couldn't explain and couldn't shake. I thought it was a short-term thing’, a stop on the way to a "real people job."

I had no idea the next ten years of my life had quietly just begun.

The question I couldn't put down

I thought I was teaching women how to lift weights. What I was actually doing was collecting a question that would follow me from session to session and year to year, and refuse to let me go. Why are these women working this hard, doing everything they have been told, following every rule, and still living in bodies that won't respond?

I had the degree, then I went and did the postgrad in nutrition, certain the answer was buried somewhere deeper in the science, and still it wouldn't add up. I was the woman in the lecture theatre with her hand up, asking why we were still teaching people to eat six serves of grains a day, and why white bread and jam got to be called health. My audacity to question the things we've been fed for decades started long before I had the language for it.

The war I was quietly losing

Here is the part that usually gets left off the highlight reel.

While I was standing in front of women teaching them how to nourish their bodies, my own relationship with food was a quiet war I was losing. My hormones were in chaos. My nervous system was shot. I was the better part of a decade deep on the pill, and I could not for the life of me work out why the neat little equation I'd been handed, eat less and move more, was failing so completely inside my own body.

I had all the information. I was still stuck. And that gap, the space between knowing better and staying stuck anyway, is the exact thing this whole business would eventually be built to close. It was never a discipline problem. We still don't talk about that enough.

Ten years of unlearning

What came next wasn't really a career. It was a ten year unravelling of almost everything I thought I knew, and a slow rebuild of something truer.

There was the era of going down every rabbit hole, geeking out over protocols, convinced the next study held the missing piece. The era of taking the science too far. The era of taking the spirituality even further. The certifications stacked up. The mentorships and communities I connected with and learnt from. I built things, burned out, and built them again.

There were knee surgeries. There was a high functioning burnout I didn't have a name for yet, the kind you can run an entire business through while quietly falling apart underneath it. There was the day I finally came off the pill and met my own body properly for the first time. There was my first nervous photoshoot, and every version of myself I've stood in front of a camera as since.

And underneath all of it, one thing I couldn't unsee, no matter how hard I tried to keep the pieces separate.

None of it lives in isolation. The body, the hormones, the nervous system, the mind, the quiet ways a woman is taught to make herself smaller and call it being ‘good’ all for the hope she would one day be ‘enough’. But, the missing piece was to have a full conversation, look at human alongside the body. When the industry teaches us to look at one symptom at a time.

The women

And then there are the beautiful women I’ve had the honour of working with; over one thousand of them from over 13 different countries across the globe!

The ones who were told they needed a hysterectomy and never did. Those we helped reverse PMOS. The endometriosis that finally got taken seriously after years of being dismissed. The guts that healed. The food fear that softened. The hormones that stopped screaming.

But if I'm honest, that is not the part that undoes me.

It's the dance parties on Zoom in the thick of lockdown, all of us in our homes, refusing to let the world feel small. It's the tears on the other side of the screen after a woman does the deep, unglamorous inner work and comes out the other side lighter. It's a client of five years, an entire ocean between us, holding a positive pregnancy test up to her camera while we both completely ball our eyes out with joy. It's the women who are mothers now because of the work we did together. It's the daughters growing up watching what a woman who is at home in her own body actually looks like.

This was never about the body. The body was only ever the doorway.

Ten years of holding space for women to say the thing out loud they'd never said to anyone. Ten years of friendships and bonds I never saw coming when I picked up that clipboard. Ten years of watching women stop settling, in their health, in their relationships, in their sense of what they are even allowed to want.

Why I'm not going anywhere

This is why I know this work, being part of someone’s journey is a gift, a genuine blessing. The thing I am 1005 certain I was put on this earth to do, and there is no version of the future where I walk away from it.

It's a big part of why I have fallen so completely in love with longevity. I was never here for a season, a shred, or a summer. I'm here for the long haul, for the decades. For the woman you'll be at 50 and 60 and beyond, not only the one reading this today.

The next ten years, and every decade after that.

So thank YOU for helping me bring this baby into the world, raise it and keep her not only alive, but thriving!! Cheers to 10 years of Sheree Hannah Wellness! I love you and appreciate your being part of this community!

With love always,
Sheree xo