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injecting the power of self-reverence into the world of self-development.

Hi, I’m Liz!

Your Haus Manager

After years of watching brilliant, cool, capable women, chase borrowed definitions of success while feeling completely disconnected from themselves, (and feeling the same way myself) I realized the business of personal growth wasn’t built for all of us.

The self-help industry attempts to “fix” us with one-size-fits-all solutions. Therapy asks us to reflect and process on our own. Society tells us to be grateful for what we have, and people don’t understand why we can’t just relax and be happy.

None of it addresses the real question: How do women build unshakeable self-worth in a world that profits off our insecurity?

It’s a question I couldn’t stop asking, so I built Haus of Worthship as the answer.

This is not another program to take or guru to follow.

One method or perspective rarely suits our complexity, so this is a space where unconventional women can explore their biggest questions through open exploration and unfiltered conversation.

You’re not broken. You’re interesting, and you deserve to be in reverence of your truest self through personal development that sticks and feels damn good while doing it.

My dream? That every woman learns to trust herself so deeply, she chooses her life from a place of worth instead of wound. We're not just changing individual lives.

We're changing the conversation about what it means to become who you are.

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from survival to self-reverence

Growing Up in "90210" but Never Fitting In → Feeling like an outsider to the privileged world I could see, but was always just out of reach.
Being the Chubby Sibling and Friend → Using shame as motivation to get in shape and developing disordered eating habits in the process.
Living With a Father's Unchecked Anger → Watching verbal abuse become normalized and learning that love and rage could coexist. Spoiler alert: I learned this lesson a little too well.
Chasing Impossible Perfection → Suffocating under my mother's educational expectations paired with my own relentless self-judgment.
Avoiding Things I Loved → Always too afraid of failure to pursue the passions that made me feel alive, like singing, acting, and countless happy pursuits I left behind.
Choosing Men Who Amplified My Shame → Gravitating toward angry partners who fed my body image issues and confirmed my worst fears about myself, like a toxic broken record.
Surviving Sexual Assault in College → Becoming another statistic in the #MeToo movement. While I refused to let it define me, it undeniably changed me.
Using Body Image as an Internal Excuse to Disengage → Staying home to binge eat instead of spending time with friends.

It took me years to understand that in spite of all this crap, I wasn’t crazy, broken, or doomed. I was operating from my wounds instead of my worth. Every pattern, choice, and second of self-sabotage was a form of self preservation, but my body was making those decisions with outdated information. Somewhere inside, I knew things could get better.

Since then I’ve learned to trust my voice, honor my complexity, and show up unapologetically. I’m still on the messy journey with you and don’t always know what I’m doing, but that’s why the communal power of Haus of Worthship is so important to me. If I can move from survival to self-reverence, you can too. Let this laundry list of confessions serve as your reminder - we are truly all in this together.