Our mission at The Bodacious You
is to empower you
to take charge of your life, write your own story,
and dance to the beat of your own drum.
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Our mission at THE BODACIOUS YOU
is to inspire & empower you to take charge of your life, design the life you want,
and dance to the beat of your own drum.
Ready to explore? Take a look around.
WELCOME! GLAD TO HAVE YOU HERE
At The Bodacious You,
we believe everyone was born
with limitless potential,
that if harnessed properly
will yield positive and amazing
contributions to the world.
My goal is to come alongside you
on your journey to be all you can be.
My name is Deola.
Click to read more about me
and The Bodacious You.
At The Bodacious You,
we believe everyone was born
with limitless potential,
that if harnessed properly
will yield positive and amazing
contributions to the world.
My goal is to come alongside you
on your journey to be all you can be.
My name is Deola.
Click to read more about me
and The Bodacious You.
At The Bodacious You, we believe everyone was born with limitless potential,
that if harnessed properly will yield positive and amazing contributions to the world.
My goal is to come alongside you on your journey to be all you can be.
My name is Deola. Click to read more about me and The Bodacious You.



Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It’s not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
~ Marianne Williamson
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine as children do.
It’s not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own lights shine,
we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.
~ Marianne Williamson
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