Why I Photograph Boudoir?
I want to take a minute to share with you why I photograph Boudoir. More on that in a minute. One thing that amazes me about artists, is that we are constantly striving to find inspiration. To find what makes us tick. What brings out that creative spark? Creators have a need to create not just anything, but something that is meaningful. Not just for them…but for others, too. THAT’S the spark. As a wedding photographer for over 10 years, I thrived on those moments. Creating images that would bring a couple back to one of the happiest times in their lives, even after looking back on it years later. But I couldn’t stop there. I NEEDED more.
My whole life I have known that I wanted to work in a capacity that empowered women. But what does empowering a woman look like behind a camera? To me, it’s allowing her to see herself without the filter of society’s standards of beauty. It’s lifting her up so that she can reclaim what those unrealistic expectations have robbed from her. It’s stripping down the excuses.
The, “I need to lose 10 pounds, 30 pounds, 100 pounds…”
The, “But my tummy and stretch marks…”
The, “Insert whatever bullshit she’s been fed her whole life here…”
It’s taking back what was always hers. HER OWN BODY. It’s seeing herself in her images and realizing, “Well damn. I AM A GODDESS!”
That’s why I do this. Because every woman needs to experience the moment she broke free from who she has been told to be her whole life and ran towards the freedom that accepting herself as she-is brings.
Putting The Photographer In Front Of The Camera
I’m currently 36 years old. I am a mother of a very busy 9-year-old little girl. I run from cheerleading competitions to engagement shoots, to making dinner, then out the door for a meeting…day after day. I’ve had all the excuses you could think of to NOT get in front of the camera. And I didn’t….until I did.
AND I DID!!! While in Vegas, I was sharing an AIRBNB with 2 very close photographer friends. They convinced me, my stretched-out mom tummy, and my pink wig, to leave my excuses at the door and woman up. But the thing is? I never picked those excuses back up again. I didn’t need to. I finally saw ME. And once you see it, you can’t just go back. Do I still poke at my tummy sometimes and wish I appreciated my pre-mommy-skin while I had it? Yeah. I’m human. But now when those moments creep in, I am able to see past the lie that I should aim for society’s definition of perfection.
So I tied my boots up and did it. I laid awkwardly half-naked in front of not one but TWO cameras pointed in my direction with my booty all kinds of out. At first, I was all…. “OMG my booty is out.” Then I was all… “OMG my booty is out heeeey!!” Then I started running around the property like “Did you want to take a picture of my booty here by this palm tree?”
For the first time in my ENTIRE life, I felt free. Free from all the terrible things I let myself believe from the day I was old enough to have self-awareness. I was free to be jiggly, free to laugh at myself, free to love myself as I was in that moment. I will never forget that day because I realized that I was perfect exactly where I was at. Mommy tummy and all.
So why do I photograph boudoir? Because your fears can’t heal you, but your freedom can…THAT’S why I photography boudoir.