Sprout’s Story

Hello. My name is Lexie, Sprout is actually my childhood nickname. When I was little, I had this hair-do on the top of my head that resembled a sprout. It didn't mean anything to me growing up, but I am an empath and I've always had a heart for the world and the broken.

For years, I dreamed of establishing a safe place for others. One that strives for safety, recovery, self-love, acceptance, and so much more. Unfortunately, life's hardships have held me back. And with how many years I allowed the world to make decisions for me, I feel sick. I allowed the bitterness of the world control me. 

They had perfect control over how I feel, how I respond, how I talk, what I like, what I don't, what to wear, what to weigh, how much to eat. It all started with one specific person in my story that made a comment on my weight at a young age. Right there. Determined my view of myself. The image in the mirror was a distorted reality of a young girl, just trying to live. To fit in. To feel wanted. Accepted. A little less lonely and a little more free.

It was always; Depression, anxiety, depression, OCD, depression, PTSD, depression, anorexia, depression, severe bullying, depression, switch schools again, depression, change meds again, depression, body dysmorphia, depression, rape trauma, depression, suicidal emotions, depression, self-harm, therapy... The list goes on and on. I've given up so many times that I literally did not think I had any other option. I was exhausted. Somethings gotta give.

So, I did something I always feared doing. I spent time with myself. I listened to myself. I listened to what I needed. I was gentle and empathetic. In that moment, for once I felt that I understood. I had an epiphany. I saw in front of my eyes what I needed. "I need a purpose". I whispered as I sat down in front of my dirty mirror. Who am I? How am I different from everyone else in the world? What makes me special? Why am I worth it? 

And in the midst of the chaos, I finally found her. She was shaking. She was cold. She was scared and she was fragile. I reached out my hand and in that moment, I felt I was there for the right reason. I was meant to be there for that girl.

That girl was me.  

It's easy to hide away. It's easy to provide others with light while you sit in the dark. But I don't want that for you. I want to lead you with that light until you see how much you need that light, too. I want you to open up, vulnerably, to find yourself. To be okay with being kind to yourself. 

No body is perfect, I say this as I admit that I STILL STRUGGLE! I still struggle with self-love and acceptance. But because of that, I am SO very passionate about it. 

Let go. I'm talking about truly letting go. 

I want you to literally free-fall into the arms of your true and loving self. 

Blossom into the true you. 

To "Sprout" means "to grow" and that's what I am here for. 

Whether it's half way or from the ground up. 

Change takes time. 

And we all start somewhere. ♡

10 years later, I used my voice and began to do what I knew was my calling. 

That is how Let Her Sprout began.

This is where you begin. 🌱