Known as the wife of… remembered for everything after.
Known as the wife of… remembered for everything after. Hi, I'm Laura. You might know me as the wife of a professional footballer, but this story isn’t just about the man behind the jersey. It’s about the woman beside it. After years of living and learning abroad, juggling life as a mother, partner, and working [...]
Since becoming a very small carnivore influencer, my Instagram feed has become one endless stream of perfectly cooked ribeyes... Which is great. Until people start eating them. Apparently, somewhere between buying the steak and taking the first bite, half the internet forgets how to hold a fork and knife. Maybe I'm old-fashioned. Maybe etiquette still matters. Or maybe carnivore has simply made me honest enough to say what everyone else is secretly thinking. Debbie says I'm judging. Karen says cutlery is probably toxic. I'm just trying to save the steak.
First post. No pressure. Just steak, skincare, opinions nobody asked for… and me choosing my glow anyway. 🥩✨ Welcome to Carnivore Confessions, where Korean skincare, ribeyes, overthinking, “concerned” people, and very dramatic breakfast choices somehow all belong in the same story. This isn’t advice. This isn’t a cult. This is just my life, my humor, my healing journey, and my very serious commitment to steak and high heels. Let them talk. I’ll keep the steak, the serums and my happiness. Deal? 💕 LauraDenissen.com
A few weeks ago, I thought my glow came from Korean skincare. Now I'm not so sure. Every morning, I make a simple decision: I'm happy I woke up, and I'm going to stay in a good mood. Not because life is perfect, but because we're all just one phone call away from bad news anyway. Maybe it's the steak. Maybe it's the serums. Maybe it's finally learning to live in the moment. Whatever it is, people keep asking about the glow. And for the first time, I don't think it has anything to do with my skin.
I started carnivore in my 40s, smeared everything from beef tallow to snail slime on my face, got side-eyed by Debbie and warned by Karen… and somehow ended up looking younger anyway.
I have a confession. I’m doing great on carnivore. Like… annoyingly great. No bloating.No stomach drama.No random “why do I feel like a balloon filled with regret?” moments. Just… peace. And somehow, that’s exactly the problem. Because every now and then, I find myself staring at something forbidden. A piece of chocolate.A warm sausage roll.Something [...]
From factory farming horror to sponsored health guidelines, I watched 'What the Health' with steak in hand and mixed feelings in my heart. Here’s what I learned and why I still trust my body more than a documentary.
The Woman Behind the Jersey 