Manifesto.
The absolute non-negotiables of Sugar Sober.
You can count on these.
Community is the cure.
The cure for food addiction isn’t less food but rather more connection.
You heal and grow in direct proportion to how much you show up, participate, and serve others (that’s science, y’all).
Everyone here is a treasured member of Sugar Sober, regardless if you ever purchase a product from us.
Relationships are the life blood of this space, not transactions.
This is NOT the Laura and Hanna show. We’re simply the hosts, but the salon doesn’t exist without you and your participation.
Calling all aunties, cousins, little sisters, big sisters, mothers, and grandmothers. Especially the grandmothers.
This space is for women in all of life’s stages to come together. We need your voice. We need your ears.
Here, women means any human who identifies as a woman or femme.
We don’t have all the answers. No one does.
Our recipe is science plus soul, baby. We share insights, meaning we combine the research with the anecdotal.
But, also, we’re peer-reviewed research sluts. Let’s look at the data.
You can absolutely disagree with us and tell us about it. That is a metric for a healthy community.
We just ask that you do so respectfully, as you would if you were sitting across from us on our back porch having a heart to heart over espresso.
We are two able-bodied, thin, western-beauty-standards pretty, massively privileged, white girls. We promise to be obsessive about checking ourselves. Please see “it’s not the Laura and Hanna show” above.
We don’t treat eating disorders.
but “feeling crazy with food” is a spectrum we all fall on somewhere. And we’re gonna talk about it. Unabashedly.
This community and our offerings pair deliciously with mental health treatment, a feminist primary care physician, and a 1:1 nutritionist.
It takes a village, and we’re proud to be part of yours.
No before-and-after photos.
Photos do not tell the story. Our disordered dieting, chaotic binges, and social isolation were at their absolute bottom-of-the-Grand-Canyon worst when our bodies were leanest.
We will never use thinness to make a point or convince you of something.
No body is better or worse than another.
Fuck fatphobia. Fuck it alllllllll the way back to it’s conception.
No bullshit.
We only email you, publish a post, or go live with an offering if it will directly make your life better.
No weekly newsletter or one-liner Insta posts to climb tooth and nail to the top of your feed.
Food, not nutritionism (a la Michael Pollen).
Food is not the problem. Food is the only answer.
Food is culture. It’s tradition, hospitality, identity. Food is love.
There is no such thing as non-emotional eating.
You’re a human, not a robot. You do not plug in grams of carbs/fat/protein, you eat food. You cannot separate your food from your humanness.
All Hail Dolly Parton, Missy Elliot, & Miss Piggy.
This just feels important to say - these are our patron saints.
Feminist, truly individual, fun, and dump trucks worth of sass.