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What makes me more beautiful than being a safe space for other women? | West Palm Beach Boudoir Photographer

What makes me more beautiful than being a safe space for other women? | West Palm Beach Boudoir Photographer

Then, I saw my friend’s story on social media. It was a photo of me holding her daughter. It read, “Get yourself a community where your kids are loved like family.”

I was jolted back into reality. 

The people I love the most aren’t looking at my insecurities. They are loving me in my strengths (and I have a lot of those). She feels safe with me holding her child. 

What makes me more beautiful than being a safe space for other women?

What makes me more beautiful than my husband wanting to slow dance with me in the kitchen?

What makes me more beautiful than my daughter asking me to sing that silly song again and we both belly laugh until we’re crying. 

Society has told me that my value is in keeping up my youthful appearance.

But, love has shown me that my being could never be dimmed by what the mirror reflects.

Women, look at your reflection in the eyes of those who hold you dear, not by what you tell yourself when you look in a piece of glass. 

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The Process of Working Together

The Process of Working Together

I will guide you through the entire process and will anticipate your needs before you might even realize them. It’s my pleasure to create custom art for my clients, based on their individuality.

What I love most about these sessions is the experience. We will create gorgeous photographs and you will have one of the most enjoyable experiences of your life.

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When You Have To Leave Your Safe Haven to Find Yourself

When You Have To Leave Your Safe Haven to Find Yourself

I was in a group discussion the other day and myself and another woman were talking about leaving our homes. Homes that we put blood, sweat, and tears into (literally). We both had different stories, but stood on such similar ground.

Though she had to leave her home of 20 years for reasons different than mine, we cried together. We felt each other’s stories in our bones.

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