Germs make me sick.

Himmm

I used to think that too. You had to see me. Especially that time I stayed for 3 months, sitting, sleeping, and eating on a chair next to my dying mother in the hospital.

Under my wings, everybody is safe; I refused to leave her alone. How could I? How many 3 months like this on that chair, I dont know.

There was a little cupboard next to her full of my special kind of sanitisers. They were my guns. We are in a hospital; everybody is suffering, so I was cleansing my way into health, into healing, into saving my mother.

Some of you know, give me a little love, see me; you are my mother.

I will call you “my mother” (Sarah, my American mother, can you hear me?)

But nothing seemed to be enough, even though she was living in a bubble in the hospital or outside of the hospital at home, still deteriorating before our eyes.

What was saving her to live a little more was us as a family supporting her body’s own intelligence, making her body more resilient.

Not the medicine, not protecting her from every germ. In fact, those made her even more fragile.

It was her plate as the colours of the rainbow. The variety of alive, fresh, raw, real food made with such devotion.

It was the human touch, attention.

She was not able to speak, paralysed in bed after so many radiotherapy and chemotherapy sessions. She was seeing us lose our minds around her.

“I will hold on a little longer for my children, for my husband”. She held her breath for 19 years, and then she could not any longer.

She passed away when only my father was next to her.

And when I got the diagnosis of MS (Multiple Sclerosis), I was still a believer that the outside world made me sick. 3 years, I lived like her. I took the medicine route. Walked around with a weak body for 3 years. I was eating well. I knew from her how important the food was. But the medicine made me so weak that I remember sleeping for 48 hours from time to time. All the food I ate was with me in bed, turning into dreams overnight I can not remember today. The first time I woke up thinking it was tomorrow, I slept for 8 hours; you had to see the shock on my face looking at my phone, seeing that it's been 2 days.

2 Days!

The funny thing is, I was still tired.

I thought to myself, maybe just maybe I am pushing my time in a wheelchair a little further with these medications, as they were suppressing my immune system, but I will surely get another illness with this weak body sooner or later.

And I did: Hashimoto's and deep deep depression.

So I stopped my meds. Didn't tell anybody and started working on my homeostasis, balance, my body’s own intelligence. I am not telling you to stop your meds. I dont know you. But I worked on the missing piece to complete full homeostasis: “My emotions, my nervous system”.

The food I was eating was supposed to help, but it felt like someone was consuming this food before it did anything good to my body.

Meditation became my medicine. It became the tool that finally removed all the obstacles on my way to reach full homeostasis. My brain and my heart became coherent, my nervous system regulated, and MS disappeared as if it did not even happen. It's been 9 years, symptom-free.

And somebody told me recently, “Ezgi, MS is caused by a virus”. You had to see the smile on my face.

My body’s balance returned.

My inside became stronger, and illness = imbalance could not exist within me.

I thought to myself, I am going to dedicate my life to teaching what my body proved to me.

I chose beauty as the canvas, the vessel. Softness, gentleness, self-love, poetry, self-care.

What I teach you in beauty did not come from me inventing something new. It came from my own lived experience.

What breaks homeostasis = the body’s own intelligent balance works against you.

Industry calls it beauty. But the body does not agree with them.

One of you left a comment saying,

“One of the things that drew me to you/your products was how sincere you came across — and honestly I catch myself multiple times a day wondering how a simple 3-step skin ritual was the key to unlocking what I searched for so long. Thank you for the gift of your craft ❤️."

Any organ in homeostasis functions. Functions well. None of us tells our heart how to beat, or our gut how to digest food. But they do.

But when it comes to skin, there is this need to decorate, change, manipulate, rush…

What I created as your Flow Ritual does the opposite. It gives your body step by step what it needs to return to homeostasis. Morning application prepares you for the day; night application recovers you overnight so that nothing turns into a chronic problem.

And you wake up with an organ functioning well. Problem-free, glowing, even skin that does not need makeup.

It’s simple, but it took me an illness to understand.