What if I told you that you could change your life with a photograph? A photograph that released healing properties whenever you looked at it?
You’d either look at me as if I’d lost my mind, or you’d ask, “What photograph?”
My goal with my portrait work is to create a ritual practice of relentless love for women, especially mothers, which results in one-of-a-kind artwork of the most beautiful portraits they have ever seen of themselves.
But it didn’t always start that way.
Trust me when I say, I know it isn’t always easy to make space and time for yourself, to love on yourself, to appreciate that you exist on this Earth as an irreplaceable, unrepeatable miracle.
I know how it feels to lose yourself in life, in marriage, in motherhood, in your career, in relationships, all to the point of looking and the mirror and not recognizing the woman looking back at you.
But I also know how it feels to look in the mirror and say, “Why, hello there, Gorgeous. You’re killin’ it today!” Then proceed to wink and blow a kiss.
I understand feeling exhausted as you struggle to find the balance that is required to feel at peace in your day to day– whether you’re a mom or not.
And still, I’m blessed to say, I’ve lived the satisfaction of obtaining the balance necessary to experience peace despite the demands of marriage, two kids, and a creative business.
Call me crazy or caught up in the whoo-whoo, but I believe there is a way to bottle up the benefits of being madly in love with yourself so that you can use it to boost yourself up whenever you’re feeling down. I mean, can you think of any other way to freeze a single moment in time when you feel amazing, look gorgeous, and radiate that energy with every fiber of your being other than a photograph?
I didn’t quite see it at first, but I’ve always believed there was a magic that existed in photography. Since I was a little girl, I’ve had a deep and burning desire to capture humans in all their raw emotions and interactions. Seeing people be people, whether laughing, crying, hugging, playing, whatever, fascinated me, and I knew that if I could just catch it on camera, I could show the people in the photo how awesome they were–just how beautiful their existence was.
This desire to document humans stuck with me throughout childhood, and even in high school, my friends knew me to have a camera and take pictures of them all the time– even if they didn’t want to be in the photo. Although I was a bit shy and awkward, I’d never run from a photo opt. It was a chance for me to be captured in all of my raw emotions and there was no way I was going to miss a chance to have my existence documented (instead of me being the one doing the documenting).
Whenever a camera was raised to me, I’d straighten myself up, usually standing on my tiptoes as I let all of my energy explode from within me. Having taken so many photos of people, I knew that if I felt like I was joyous and excited, I would look joyous and excited in the photo, and that was exactly what I wanted.
When I became pregnant with my first, it all changed.
My body was changing as I was growing into womanhood, marriage, and motherhood all at the same time, and I had just become of legal drinking age. What can I say? So many transitions, so little time, am I right?
The bigger my belly grew, the more my confidence dropped as I realized I was walking into a new way of life I knew absolutely nothing about.
I was terrified.
A hard-core fitness junkie at the time, I was still going to the gym once a day to do cardio and weight lifting. Then all the comments came:
“Oh my! Should you even be at the gym?”
“You’re giving me a heart attack with those weights!”
“Look at your belly– you’re sure to pop at any moment!”
And with all the unsolicited comments came the doubts about the lifestyle I had chosen, which then led to me questioning if I knew anything about any of the decisions I had made thus far in my young adulthood.
If I thought I was terrified before, then there were no words to describe the new agonizing doubts I had around my body and whether I was making the right decisions around my pregnancy.
So, I took to the thing I always knew could comfort me, no matter how lost I felt, I knew I could count on it to help me get a fresh perspective on life: photography.
In secret, and only posting on my favorite mommy forum, I would take selfies of my growing belly. Sometimes, my husband and I liked to take “usies” together whenever we were out. It was fun, it was me, it was us, and I loved it.
In an attempt to avoid awkward comments at the gym, I stopped going, but kept “eating for two.” By the 8th month of my pregnancy, I was 10 pounds away from gaining 100 pounds during my pregnancy.
Then came the shame.
At this point, I’m not only ready to pee my pants about becoming a mom and being a “good” wife, but I’m judging myself for all the weight I’ve gained on top of questioning my worthiness of the enlarged territory I had been blessed with…
My confidence was shot when I needed it the most.
I refused to be in any more photos. Not at my baby shower, not at the hospital, not at her newborn photoshoot. Absolutely no proof that I allowed myself to gain so much weight was to exist. Not only did I refuse to be in the photo, but I had also stopped creating photos.
By the time my firstborn was a month old, I was an emotional and hormonal mess, full of regret and sobbing on the couch with my baby girl, sad I didn’t have photos that documented the first days of me bonding with her. Not long after that, I even wished I had photos to help me remember what it was like having my baby girl in my belly. I regretted not having maternity photos and I didn’t care about how “fat” I felt, I just wanted to relive the feeling of carrying my firstborn in my womb.
It was then that I decided to become a photographer so that I could give women the photos I had missed out on, the photos I still crave to this day. A young wife and brand new mama, I embarked on my journey of entrepreneurship, determined to do my best to see to it that no woman lived with the regret of not being in the photo.
But I had no idea it would turn into what I’ll be sharing with you next.
If you want to know how you can change your life with a photograph, stay tuned!