As a makeup artist, I’ve been on set for many of Lindsay’s boudoir shoots. I know exactly how things go down. Right before my eyes, I’ve seen so many women transform into the bold and confident women you see in Lindsay’s images right here on this blog. I KNOW that it happens. I’ve heard every woman that has shot with us say “is that ME?!” while they would catch a glimpse of their smokin’ hot selves in the mirror or on the back of Lindsay’s camera. I know that Lindsay only produces quality, stunning, artistic images. I trust her. But still, while I stood there in front of the mirror the morning of my white sheet session I thought to myself “What the HELL am I doing?!”. I was only 5 weeks postpartum. Not only did my entire body feel foreign to me in it’s new shape but so did my mind.
Who was I? I knew that I was no longer the girl I was prior to giving birth to my daughter and that terrified me. If I wasn’t her anymore, who did that make me now? Regardless, I glammed up my face for the first time since giving birth, curled my hair, and took my weird body, lost soul, and sleep deprived mind to Lindsay’s to shoot my white sheet session.
I’ve been in front of the camera a few times before but this time it just felt different. With the first few clicks of the camera, I was tense. I could feel the insecurity radiating off of me. I felt so unaware of how my body looked. Lindsay continued to click away and guided me through getting my body into the most flattering poses and after every few clicks I’d hear a “yaaaaaas girl” or some other type of encouragement. But with each click, and every “yaass girl” something wonderful happened; I started to let it all go. All of the tension, uncertainty, self-doubt, insecurity, I let it go, click by click. And damn it felt good.
But with each click, and every “yaass girl” something wonderful happened; I started to let it all go. All of the tension, uncertainty, self-doubt, insecurity, I let it go, click by click. And damn it felt good.