Therapy for Body Image & Body Dysmorphia
Your body isn’t the problem, but the world made you think it is.
You were never broken. You were taught to see yourself that way. It’s time to unlearn the bullshit & start seeing yourself through your own damn eyes.
As a licensed mental health counselor in Florida, I specialize in working with clients struggling with body image issues & body dysmorphia. Whether you're battling distorted self-perception, relentless shame, or even the deep fear that if you're not "perfect," you're unlovable, trauma therapy can help.
Our work together is about reclaiming your body, your self-worth, & your fucking peace.
How it shows up in your everyday life:
Obsessing over every flaw you think everyone else notices.
Avoiding mirrors—or getting stuck in front of one, spiraling.
Picking apart photos of yourself until you can't breathe.
Changing outfits five times because none of them feel “safe.”
Feeling disgust, shame, or rage when you catch your reflection.
Skipping social events because you feel too hideous to show up.
Constantly comparing yourself to people online or in real life.
Believing that if you could just “fix” your appearance, everything else would finally be okay.
Panicking before doctor visits, dates, or even leaving the fucking house.
Spending hours trying to “fix” perceived flaws that others barely notice.
You feel like your reflection lies to you—or worse, tells the harshest fucking truths.
Compliments about your appearance make you cringe inside.
You've tried diets, surgery, makeup, filters—& still feel broken.
You can list every single thing you hate about your body without hesitation.
You think about your body more than you think about your dreams, passions, or goals.
You’ve missed out on memories, vacations, relationships because you didn’t feel “good enough” to show up.
You feel stuck swinging between "fix yourself" & "fuck it, nothing will help."
You can’t remember the last time you looked in the mirror without tearing yourself apart.
You've learned how to hide the anxiety, but inside, it’s fucking loud.
You might relate if:
How EMDR can help you—
Body dysmorphia & brutal body image issues aren’t about vanity—they're about survival. Somewhere along the way, your brain decided hyper-focusing on your body was safer than facing deeper pain, shame, or fear. EMDR helps trace the roots of those distorted perceptions back to the moments they were planted—and then rips those roots the fuck out.
Here’s what we’ll work on:
Healing the origins of body shame: Using EMDR to untangle the early wounds that taught you your worth was skin-deep.
Reframing distorted self-perception: Training your brain to see the truth—not the trauma—in your reflection.
Reclaiming body autonomy: Helping you reconnect with your body as something you live with, not fight against.
Building self-compassion muscle: Learning how to speak to yourself with the same fierce tenderness you give others.
Processing media, bullying, & societal fuckery: Unpacking the lies you absorbed about beauty, worth, & enoughness.
Creating a life beyond the mirror: Making space for passions, dreams, relationships that have nothing to do with your looks.
Life after EMDR
See your body with less distortion & more compassion.
Let go of the belief that your worth lives in your appearance.
Make peace with mirrors—or at least, not flinch when you pass one.
Choose to show up in photos, on dates, in life—without body shame being the loudest voice.
Stop treating yourself like a project that needs fixing.
Reclaim the mental space your body obsession used to dominate.
Stop living in a warzone with your own skin.
See your body as a part of you—not a weapon, not a curse, & not an obstacle.
Stop feeling like you have to shrink, hide, or apologize for existing.
Stop believing that freedom means loving every inch of yourself every day.
Your body stops being the cage you feel the need to escape from, & becomes the home you desire to live in.
You weren’t born hating your body. Someone taught you that shit.
Schedule a consult & start seeing yourself through a lens not poisoned by shame.