The Story of Her Rhythm
I spent years searching for the woman I wanted to become.
A woman who knew herself deeply. Who trusted her body, felt at home in her femininity and moved through the world with a quiet confidence in who she was.
Whenever I caught a glimpse of that quality in another woman, I was captivated by it. I wanted to know what she knew. What had she found within herself that I was still searching for?
For a long time, I thought I needed someone to show me the way.
I never imagined that my menstrual cycle would become one of the things that led me back to her.
Or that something as simple as changing the way I cared for myself during my period would begin quietly unravelling years of disconnection, shame and discomfort with my own body.
Her Rhythm grew from that journey.
What began as a desire to make my period a little kinder to the planet became something farmore personal: a journey into beauty, awareness, trust and a deeper honouring of my body — and, ultimately, of myself.
It started with a menstrual cup.
My first introduction to reusable menstrual care came through a friend who couldn't stop raving about her menstrual cup — how much she loved it, how much better it was for the earth — and insisting I should try one too.
I was hesitant. Very hesitant.
But eventually curiosity won, and I bought one.
Then life changed. I fell pregnant, moved house, and somewhere along the way my menstrual cup disappeared.
As I began preparing for birth, I realised I would need maternity pads for postpartum bleeding. Years earlier, I had made cloth nappies and still had some fabrics and absorbent materials tucked away.
I knew how to sew.
Surely I could make my own?
So, armed with those old materials and hours of YouTube tutorials, I taught myself.
I experimented with different shapes, lengths, fabrics and absorbencies, making and remaking until I found what worked. I shared them with family, who loved them too.
And I absolutely loved making them.
There was enormous creative possibility in something so practical. All those beautiful fabric prints were irresistible. Every new one offered another opportunity to turn something useful into a little piece of wearable art.
Then, just seven weeks after giving birth, my period returned.
Finally, I got to wear the pads I'd been creating for myself.
Something began to shift.
There was an unexpected joy in knowing that underneath my clothes I was wearing something beautiful that nobody else could see.
It wasn't for anyone else's gaze or approval. It was simply for me.
A little secret.
A quiet act of beauty.
And perhaps, without knowing it yet, a small rebellion against the idea that menstruation was something ugly that should be hidden away.
Using cloth pads began changing my experience of my period in ways I hadn't expected.
I could see my blood. I became familiar with it. Washing my pads, caring for them and choosing something beautiful to wear made menstruation feel less clinical, less disposable — and somehow, more a part of me.
The squeamishness began to soften.
In its place came curiosity.
I started paying attention to my blood and my body. What had once been something I simply managed each month became something I wanted to understand.
And beneath that practical shift, something more subtle was happening too.
It felt as though I had begun gently untying the threads of old ideas I had carried about my body, my blood, femininity, what should be hidden and what it meant to be a woman.
The more I accepted my blood instead of rejecting it, listened to my body instead of dismissing it, and treated myself with greater care, the more those threads seemed to loosen.
For years I had looked towards other women, searching for someone who could show me how to become the woman I longed to be.
Slowly, I began to realise:
I was searching for myself.
Not someone I needed to become.
Someone who had been there all along.
Discovering my rhythm.
That growing curiosity about menstruation led me further.
One of the first threads I followed was a video exploring menstruation from a spiritual perspective. It opened a door I hadn't known was there.
Soon afterwards, I discovered Wild Power. One book became another, and then another, as I immersed myself in menstrual cycle awareness and began learning about the patterns and changes that can unfold throughout the cycle.
I was fascinated.
But I didn't want to simply read about it and decide it was true.
I wanted to know for myself.
So I began tracking.
I created an early version of what would eventually become the Her Rhythm Cycle Tracking Journal and started recording my own experience.
And what I discovered felt incredible.
Patterns began appearing on the page.
Things I had experienced as random suddenly had context.
Changes in my energy, emotions, confidence, creativity, sensitivity and need for rest began to make more sense when I could
see them within the rhythm of my own cycle.
Perhaps most importantly, I stopped expecting myself to be the same woman every day.
Instead of judging myself when my energy changed, I could become curious.
Instead of pushing through every signal from my body, I could ask what she needed.
Instead of seeing inconsistency, I began seeing rhythm.
The more I tracked, the more I understood.
And the more I understood, the more I trusted.
The impact it had on the way I saw myself felt so profound that I immediately wanted other women to experience it too.
I designed the first proper version of the journal, had test copies printed and gave them to a group of friends to use in exchange for their honest feedback.
Different women. Different cycles. Different experiences.
But the same invitation:
Pay attention. Notice what is true for you.
That little experiment became the Her Rhythm Cycle Tracking Journal — and Her Rhythm itself was becoming something much bigger than I had first imagined.
Her Rhythm became something more.
Somewhere along the way, I realised Her Rhythm was never going to be simply a reusable period care brand.
The pads taught me that changing the way we care for ourselves during menstruation can begin changing the way we experience it. That beauty can exist in a place we have been taught to hide.
The journal taught me that awareness creates understanding — and understanding can soften so much of the frustration and judgement we carry towards ourselves.
My curiosity continued too. I went on to become a certified cycle coach, deepening my knowledge and giving me new ways to support women in understanding their own bodies and cycles.
And the deeper I went, the clearer the heart of Her Rhythm became.
I wanted to create a place where women could begin exactly where they were.
Maybe that means finding a beautiful, comfortable alternative to disposable period products.
Maybe it's becoming curious about your cycle for the very first time.
Maybe it's finally wanting to understand patterns or symptoms you've lived with for years.
Or perhaps you're ready for deeper support as you learn to listen to and work with your body in a new way.
You don't need to know the phases of your cycle.
You don't need to feel connected to your body.
You certainly don't need to love your period.
You can begin with something as simple as curiosity.
Today, Her Rhythm brings together beautiful reusable period care, cycle tracking, education, workshops and personalised coaching — different doorways into the same deeper possibility:
To know your body.
To care for her.
To trust her.
And perhaps, along the way, to discover something beautiful about yourself that was there all along.
Care that reaches a little further.
Care for women and care for the earth have been woven into Her Rhythm from the beginning.
Over the years, I've looked for opportunities to extend that care beyond the women who find their way to Her Rhythm — through menstrual education, community conversations and practical support.
That has included donating 200 reusable pads for schoolgirls in Papua New Guinea through the Malas Foundation, as well as donating pads for the female crew aboard a Sea Shepherd
vessel — bringing together two things that have always mattered deeply to me: caring for women and caring for our earth.
The donation to the Malas Foundation was featured by the Sunshine Valley Gazette, sharing a little glimpse into this part of Her Rhythm's story.
And this is only the beginning.
Her Rhythm has grown and changed alongside me since I began making those first pads in
2017.
Nine years later, I'm still curious.
Still learning. Still creating. Still asking questions.
Still finding new ways to help women feel more comfortable in their bodies, more informed
about their cycles and more confident in trusting themselves.
Her Rhythm may have begun with my story.
But ultimately, it exists to help you discover more of yours.