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The origin story

At 13, I deleted every photo of myself.
At 25, I am pinning this one.

From the version of me hiding behind a phone in 2014, to modelling for global skincare campaigns and headline news. The thing I was once most ashamed of became the thing I built everything else on. This is how.

Kiara in a cream dress at golden hour, pinning the photo she once would have deleted.
A low-light bathroom mirror selfie, the camera flash hiding most of Kiara's face.

Chapter one

Long before the acne, there was a quieter story.

“Not pretty enough.” “Not clever enough.” “Not enough, full stop.”

The voice was already there. I was hiding before I even had anything to hide.

Close-up of Kiara at thirteen with active breakouts and a single tear on her cheek.

Chapter two

Then I was thirteen.

An overnight breakout. An overnight identity change I did not ask for.

The version of me who already believed she was not enough now had proof in the mirror.

“In 2021, I came closer than I would ever admit to not being here at all. The lowest point was not the acne. It was what I had come to believe about my own value because of it.”
A mosaic of healing.with.ki Instagram posts: words on coloured backgrounds, no face.

Chapter three

I built an account with no face. No name.

Three months before I posted my face online, I started an Instagram account called healing.with.ki. Just words. No face. No name.

Strangers started messaging me. Telling me they had gone makeup-free because of me. That I had given them the green light to just be themselves.

I was changing lives before anyone had even seen my face.

Behind the scenes of the Lloyd's Pharmacy REAL SKIN campaign in a vanity mirror.

Chapter four

Then the email came.

Lloyd's Pharmacy asked me to model for a REAL SKIN campaign alongside my favourite influencer. No makeup. No filters. No edits.

Every part of me was telling me to say no. I said yes anyway.

Kiara crouched outside a London shop window, filming a story on her phone.

Chapter five

I posted my face. The acne came back. I kept filming.

Six months after I first posted myself, the acne returned. I did not stop.

By then, I knew the only way out was through being seen.

A close-up of Kiara eating a doughnut, the moment the 9-to-5 stopped fitting.

Chapter six

The nine-to-five detour.

Psychology degree first. Then a recruitment job, because the story was that big money only came through a 9-to-5. I was close to £100K within five months.

The brand I had been building online was starting to slip. I was not willing to let another founder stop me from being one too.

So I quit with no plan other than “make it work.”

“2022 to 2025. I learnt how to leverage my visibility.”
Kiara on a chair backstage, a makeup artist working on her brow.

Chapter seven

Belief is the actual work.

In 2024, the acne came back worse than ever. I hired a mindset coach. It changed my life so completely that I went and got my Master NLP certification, so I could take belief-shifting to a whole new level for other women too.

A collage of campaign, speaking and press moments from the last two years.

Receipts

I have since.

Modelled for other REAL SKIN campaigns. Worked with Pepsi, Tinder and CeraVe. Coached over 100 women into the most confident version of themselves.

Public speaking. The Telegraph feature. Simon Squibb and Richard Branson pitch winner. Sold out my own fully sponsored confidence event in London.

Kiara hosting a long-table dinner under rattan pendants in London.

Where I am now

Built from the thing I was most ashamed of.

I bought my first property at 25, mortgage-free.

I built a coaching business helping women who feel inferior online to dominate their world and leverage their true personality, on and off camera.

I lived in Thailand for two and a half months on a one-way ticket.

Every single piece of this was built from the thing I was once most ashamed of.

A reflection

Before I tell you about the work we do.

I can barely remember most of the decade I spent hiding. But I can tell you every second of my life from the moment I started documenting on camera.

I can tell you what I wore the day I posted my face for the first time. The final sentence I said when pitching to Simon Squibb and Richard Branson. What I ate the night before The Telegraph article dropped. The first tear I shed when my sold out event came to life. The room I sat in when my first ever client said yes.

I didn’t just become visible. I became a witness to my own becoming.

That’s the part most camera confidence coaching never names. The camera isn’t just for the audience. It’s the most honest accountability partner you’ll ever have. It records the leap, holds the receipts, and shows you who you actually became.

Now I do this for other women. And I continue doing it for myself.

The Audacity Room is private and invite-only. We work on camera presence. We shift the limiting beliefs, creating the barrier to it. We make the audacious moves before we feel ready. We document everything. The leaps that worked, the ones that didn’t, the version of us we’re becoming on the other side.

I’m not coaching from a finish line. I’m coaching from the next leap.

If any part of my story is your story too, welcome to your new story. 🤍