Leandra Costa
Business was in my blood long before I ever called it that. I grew up in my family’s convenience store in Campinas - Brazil, in a rough pocket of the city where my grandmother, aunts, uncles, cousins, and a mango tree were all part of daily life. I started working there at fourteen, managing customers, cash flow, stock and eventually people. By seventeen, I was running a team of six and learning more about human nature than any degree could have taught me.
That shop was my first classroom. I witnessed kindness and desperation, honesty and manipulation, humor and violence. I had a gun pointed at my head once, and before it even happened, I sensed it coming. I learned to read people beyond words—to listen, really listen—not just to what they said, but to the energy behind it. That gift has guided me my entire life.
Even back then, I knew I didn’t fit the mold. I always felt like I had been born in the wrong place, speaking the wrong language, meant for something else. The mango tree beside my grandmother’s house became my escape. I would climb as high as I could, look past the neighbourhood, and feel that life had more to offer than survival.
Leaving Home, Finding Myself
In my early twenties, I felt like the odd one out. My siblings and friends were at university, chasing careers that didn’t call me. I tried, and I failed the entrance exams over and over again. And yet, deep down, I knew I wasn’t meant to stay. At 25, I sold my car, got my passport, and left Brazil for London with just enough to cover six months of English classes and a month of accommodation.
The first year was pure survival. I cleaned pubs, offices, houses—even construction sites. I babysat, dog-walked, worked banquets. I didn’t speak the language, I didn’t have the visa, and I didn’t have a safety net. But I learned to navigate a new culture, new weather, new everything. Little by little, life in London started opening up.
I got married. I improved my English. I started taking care of my body. A homeopath named Mary completely shifted the way I thought about health and energy. I became vegetarian, practiced yoga, cycled, danced, and began to heal patterns I didn’t even know were in me.
Still, I wanted more—something meaningful, something of my own. I asked the universe for direction. And it answered.
Massage and the Turning Point
One day at the local library, I picked up an Adult Education booklet. I closed my eyes, opened a random page, and my finger landed on Anatomy, Physiology, and Massage. I felt the “yes” in my bones.
Learning all that in a second language was hard—but I did it. And when I became a massage therapist, everything clicked. For the first time, I had a career that made sense to me. I could listen, be present and work with bodies in a way that felt natural and impactful.
Soon I was one of the most in-demand therapists at my company: fully booked, gifted by clients, invited to travel, treated like family. But I pushed my body too hard. What started as wrist and elbow pain developed into RSI, and I had to stop working. It was devastating—but also a gift.
I rested. I studied with masters. I learned advanced massage techniques and how to use my body and my clients’ bodies differently. When I returned, I worked with far more ease and really listening to my body and my clients bodies.
Expanding Beyond
Ten years in, I became a mother and knew I needed another way to work. I explored energy practices like Deeksha and Reiki and eventually discovered Access Bars. The changes I experienced—calm, clarity, enthusiasm, better sleep—were undeniable. I saw the transformation in my clients too.
That curiosity led me to apply for an internship of an International Company, without knowing a thing about Google Docs or working in a global team—and I got in. That experience opened a new chapter in my life and business, one that didn’t fit any traditional career box (just like me).
The Quiet Story That Had to Die
Even after all I had done, I still carried a hidden belief: that I was a loser. That because I didn’t go to university, didn’t fit the system, didn’t follow the expected path, I was somehow less.
That belief kept me overworking.
It kept me seeking validation.
It kept me saying yes when I meant no.
It kept me shrinking what I knew I was capable of.
When I finally saw it, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I made uncomfortable changes. I stepped away from certain teams and income sources. I created space. I chose self-worth over approval. And that began another journey—one of self-love, self-healing, and self-trust.
I started revisiting everything I’d gathered over the years: naturopathy, Bach flowers, trauma release, natural therapies, bodywork, business intuition, energy tools. I realized I had been collecting keys all along.
What I Bring Now
Today, I work with people who feel tired, disconnected, overwhelmed, lost in their own stories, dreams, or bodies. People who know something else is available but don’t know where to start or how to return to themselves. People who are creatives, seekers, mothers, sensitive, rebels, entrepreneurs—or all of the above.
I don’t offer a formula.
I don’t believe in one path.
I don’t fix people.
I listen.
I sense what is spoken and unspoken.
I ask questions that open doors.
I work with bodies, energy, nervous systems, environments, and the stories people think they must live inside.
I help them declutter what isn’t true, reconnect to what is, and create what’s next with more ease, freedom, and self-trust.
I’m not here because I followed a straight line.
I’m here because I didn’t.
And if you’re reading this, maybe you’re not meant to either.
If you’re ready to reconnect with your body, your business, your dreams—or simply yourself—you don’t have to figure it out alone.
This is where we begin.
