30/03/2026
When you’re not keen on a pregnancy photoshoot… but end up kinda sorta doing one anyway 🤰🏾✨
Thank you so much for capturing me in a way that feels soft, honest and—dare I say—beautiful. I don’t usually feel photogenic, and I’m rarely a fan of photos of myself, but these… these feel genuinely lovely.
My first pregnancy looked very different. I barely shared anything publicly, mostly because I was deep in hyperemesis gravidarum (HG)—a level of sickness and nausea that’s hard to put into words. I leaned on resources like but emotionally, it felt incredibly isolating. I didn’t speak much about it, and I quietly grieved not feeling the joy I thought pregnancy would bring.
And yet—when my baby arrived earthside, something shifted. There was light again. 🌞🌻
Now here I am, round two… and whew, the HG is even worse 😅
But this time, I’ve done things differently.
I told my people earlier. I’ve tried not to disappear.
Exhibitions with . Christmas markets with . Birthday moments with . Showing up for a photoshoot (thanks & 💛). Small, meaningful ways of staying connected to life outside of the nausea.
All of this while OYA Retreats steps into its 10-year milestone 🥹✨
And here’s the truth: OYA has never been just me.
It is held, shaped, and carried by an incredible collective of community builders—and an even wider circle of you, who show up, open up, and make it what it is.
As I prepare to step into maternity leave, I feel so much trust.
Our Early May Bank Holiday retreat 🧘🏽♀️🤸🏾♀️
Our upcoming urban retreat (stay tuned 👀). The magic will continue—beautifully—while I gently move into the background.
Physically? I am *struggling*.
Mentally, emotionally? I feel like the little engine that could.
Thank you, community. Always. 🖤🤎