— And I’m here to show you what freedom tastes like. From someone who knows every flavour of rock bottom.
You’ve mastered the art of appearing “fine.”
You’re the woman everyone turns to; the achiever, the leader, the one who makes it all look effortless while secretly carrying the weight of impossible standards. You don’t just want success, you demand it. From yourself. From your life. From your body.
You’re the one who gets shit done… but inside, it’s chaos.
Food rules your thoughts. The mirror feels like an enemy. And freedom? It feels like a fairy tale meant for someone else.
Victoria Kleinsman
Maybe you restrict like a pro; hyper-disciplined, always chasing the next level of “clean.” Or maybe you’re trapped in that soul-crushing binge-purge cycle, promising this time will be different… only to find yourself elbow-deep in guilt and granola bars at 2 am.
You tell yourself you should know better. You do know better. But knowing and living? Two different things.
You’ve tried every plan, protocol, and promise under the sun, but none of them touched the root. None of it set you free.
You don’t want more tips. You want truth.
The kind that cracks you open and builds you new.
In a chocolate-coated nutshell, my story is one of healing from childhood trauma, anorexia, binge eating, bulimia, exercise addiction, and abuse.
I was you.
The high achiever. The perfectionist. The woman who lived in fear of food, who measured her worth by a number on a scale and the size of her thighs. The girl who binged in secret, exercised to punish herself, and cried while looking in the mirror, hating every inch of her reflection.
I spent over two decades trapped in obsession, disordered eating, and deep, unspoken shame. From anorexia to binge eating to bulimia. From abuse to total emotional breakdown. I’ve lived the nightmare you’re trying to wake up from.
I’ve picked and eaten brownies out of the bin. I’ve forced my body to purge. I’ve worn the fake smile, hiding the hell inside.
And yet, here I am. Free.
Not perfect. Not fixed. (Because it turns out… there was nothing truly broken.) But fucking free.
Now, I help women like you do what most think is impossible: reclaim their relationship with food, their bodies, and most of all, themselves.
You’re not broken. You’re not too much. You’re not beyond help.
You’ve just been playing by the wrong rules, and I’m here to help you break them.
Together, we go deep. We get real. We heal the actual root, not just slap band-aids on the behaviours. I’ll meet you with truth, not sugar-coating. I’ll call out your bullshit and hold you with fierce compassion while you rewrite your story.
Because I know what’s waiting on the other side, and it’s so much better than just being “in control” of food.
It’s liberation. It’s power. It’s peace.
And Queen, you can’t get there if you’re still counting almonds and weighing fucking peanut butter!
Because you + me? That’s where the magic happens.
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Tough Love Coach Specialising in Food Freedom & Self-Love.
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