That was it.
That was the bare minimum I was hoping for—not to love what I saw, not to feel sexy or confident or empowered.
I just wanted to be able to pass a mirror without flinching. Without tears welling up. Without that sinking, familiar wave of self-hate rolling through me.
I didn’t want a makeover. I didn’t want a fantasy version of myself. I just wanted to exist in my own skin without feeling like I had to hide from myself.
Because for years, that’s what I did.
I avoided reflections. I picked myself apart in photos. I talked about myself in ways I would never dream of speaking to another human. And I believed every horrible thing I told myself because, honestly, it had been drilled into me from childhood. That I was too big, too loud, too much. That there was always something about me that needed to be changed or fixed or shrunk down.
And I was exhausted.
I don’t know exactly when the shift started, but I do know that it began with one tiny act of defiance:
Choosing to show up.
Even though I didn’t feel ready. Even though I hated the idea of being seen. Even though I felt like I wasn’t “there” yet—whatever that even meant.
I said yes to a boudoir session.
And let me be clear: it wasn’t easy. It wasn’t like I walked in and magically loved myself. I was nervous. I was uncomfortable. But I trusted the process. I trusted someone else to see me, to hold space for me, to witness me in my most vulnerable state—and not make me feel like something was wrong with me.
That trust changed everything.
Because for the first time, I saw myself through a new lens. A kinder one. A more honest one. One that wasn’t rooted in shame or unrealistic expectations, but in truth.
I didn’t need to change who I was—I needed to see who I was.
I needed to stop hiding.
Stop apologizing.
Stop waiting until I felt more worthy to take up space.
And slowly… I began to reclaim the parts of myself I had tucked away.
Now? I stand completely naked in a room full of strangers on the regular. (Not in a weird way—I’m a boudoir photographer, after all.) But even saying that now still blows my mind.
That woman who couldn’t even look in the mirror?
She wouldn’t believe me if I told her this would be her life.
But it is.
That transformation didn’t happen overnight. It didn’t come from the outside in. It came from making the choice—again and again—to see myself with compassion, to show up even when I was scared, and to believe that I was not broken. That I never was.
I was just hiding.
And you know what?
There’s nothing wrong with you either.
You are not too much.
You are not unlovable.
You are not wrong for existing in your body exactly as it is.
You don’t need to wait until you lose the weight or feel “better” about yourself or have it all figured out.
You just have to say yes.
Yes to being seen.
Yes to being held.
Yes to finally stepping into the version of yourself that’s been buried under years of shame and silence.
Are you ready to stop hiding?
Let’s begin your journey.
I offer a deeply transformative experience that’s so much more than just pretty pictures. This is about coming home to yourself—exactly as you are.
May 21, 2025
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