05/12/2026
I photograph “p*rn” for a living.
At least that’s what some people assume, especially living in a small town.
More often than not, it’s men who say it. And honestly, I think it’s because many of them truly don’t understand the pressure women grow up under when it comes to our appearance, our weight, and our worth.
Most men don’t remember the first time someone made them feel ugly.
I do.
I still remember the first boy who called me fat in elementary school. Ironically, he likely could be reading this post right now and he probably doesn’t even remember it.
Girls carry those moments with them. They turn into years of insecurities, comparison, hiding, shrinking ourselves, and never quite feeling “good enough.”
Then life adds more layers.
Pregnancy.
Stretch marks.
Weight gain.
Loose skin.
A body that suddenly feels unfamiliar after bringing literal human beings into the world.
Last year, I was invited to potentially be part of a women’s vendor event. Shortly after, I was told the (male) owner of the business decided my business “wasn’t a good fit” because he didn’t feel it was appropriate.
And that honestly blew my mind.
Because my business exists for the exact opposite reason people assume.
My business is not about objectifying women.
It’s about helping women finally SEE themselves differently.
It’s about the woman who hasn’t looked at herself in the mirror and genuinely felt beautiful in 20 years or ever.
The woman who hides under oversized clothes.
Avoids swimsuits.
Deletes every photo of herself.
Covers her stomach.
Hates her arms.
Feels invisible after motherhood.
Feels undesirable in her marriage.
Feels like she lost herself somewhere along the way.
Those are my clients. That’s who walks into my studio.
And yes, sometimes they wear lingerie.
But sometimes they wear sweaters.
Or jeans.
Or oversized tees.
Or dresses.
Because bo***ir isn’t really about the lingerie.
It’s about helping women realize they don’t have to spend their entire lives ashamed of their bodies. They don’t have to hide their body under layers of clothing.
I know what it feels like to hate what you see when you look in the mirror.
Part of that came from childhood insecurities.
Part of it came from years in a relationship with someone who intentionally made me feel small and unworthy.
Part of it came from becoming a mom and no longer recognizing my own body.
It took me YEARS to rebuild my confidence.
And one of the biggest things that helped me was spending the last four years helping other women rebuild their confidence too.
Watching women cry when they see their images because for the first time in their life… they actually love what they see.
That’s what I do.
That’s what bo***ir is.
Recently, I asked the women in my private group when was the last time they felt beautiful when they looked in the mirror or saw themselves in a photo… Some of the responses are below. Imagine being in your 40’s, 50’s, even 60’s and never truly feeling beautiful. That is SO freaking sad.
As a mom of three girls, I’m terrified of what social media, peers, and society will do to their self-esteem as they grow up. My older girls have already been going through it. I want them to know their worth is not tied to their weight, their body, or whether someone finds them attractive.
Their worth is in their heart.
Their kindness.
Their strength.
The way they treat people.
So before you judge what I do… I encourage you to look a little deeper first.
And today, remind your wife, girlfriend, daughter, sister, or friend that she’s beautiful.
And if you won’t?
Send her my way.
I absolutely will.
If you made it til the end, thanks for reading my rant. 🙃
