I wanted to do a Boudoir shoot to get in touch with the raw, sexy version of myself.
The month leading up to my photo shoot was difficult. I ate my weight in carbs to ease the nausea I felt from being newly pregnant. I was bloated, hormonal. I felt as if my body wasn’t my own and was frustrated that I had no control over what was happening to me. Stripping down in front of strangers had started to sound about as much fun as walking through a minefield. I walked into Lindsay’s nervous and unsure if I was really supposed to be there.
Lindsay and Erin’s excitement and energy encouraged me to break out of the bullshit shell I had formed. I felt sexy and empowered not only for facing my vulnerabilities but for owning them. Lindsay captured a sultriness and sensuality that I had misplaced as my body transitioned into its new role.
I left feeling comfortable in my own skin again and ready to meet the challenges of the journey ahead. I was reminded to embrace my insecurities for making me real and to appreciate myself in the present.
When I saw my prints for the first time, I took away so much more from the experience I didn’t expect. I mean, yes, they are sexy as hell. But I fell in love with my body as a work of art and for its ability to do what it was beautifully designed for, creating life.