Choosing Myself: How Boudoir Photography Helped Me Heal
At 37, I found myself lost and disconnected from my body. After my divorce 2 years prior, I chose to disappear inside myself—hoping that ignoring the sadness and my new reality would somehow make the pain go away. But here’s the thing: when you avoid pain, it doesn’t just go away. It piles up and crashes into you when you least expect it.
“Mama, you ARE the miracle. You’re smart, strong, and capable of changing your own life. I just need you to see it too.”
I remember one late-night conversation with a dear friend. I was venting, as per usual, saying how stuck I felt and how I was just waiting for something—anything—to change. She let me finish, then looked me in the eye and said, ‘Listen, I love you, but I can’t watch you sit here waiting for a miracle to knock on your door. You ARE the miracle. You’re smart, strong, and capable of changing your own life. I just need you to see it too.’
Her words stopped me in my tracks. She wasn’t being harsh—she was speaking from love. She saw my potential, even when I couldn’t, and she was tired of watching me sell myself short. That moment was a wake-up call. I had to choose myself.


It was during this time that I discovered my love for photography. How fitting, right? A tool that allowed me to tell stories when I struggled to find the words for my own. I never expected it to be a healing tool, but it became just that. And through a series of events on this photo journey of self-healing, I found boudoir photography. It became my way back to me.
Boudoir was never just about taking pictures; it became my therapy. With every woman I helped celebrate her body and her story, I was healing my own. It was messy. It was uncomfortable. But it was everything I needed.
“Continue to Show up for yourself. That’s where healing resides.”
This whole experience has been a rollercoaster. Some days, I still question my worth. Some days, I still stumble. But you know what? I keep going. I show up. I’m still here.
And here’s what I’ve learned: this isn’t just my story. It’s a story that lives in every woman who’s ever felt disconnected from herself. Every woman who’s struggled to find her voice. Every woman who’s been through hell and came out stronger. That strength? It’s inside all of us. It’s just waiting to be tapped into.
Let yourself play: Document your journey with a photo session ;)
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