Personal musings over boudoir and the war of insecurities | Atlanta Boudoir blog
This past weekend’s boudoir activity radar was off the charts. There may have been a single meal consumed, but I mostly took care of my basic needs by munching on carrots, hummus, champagne, and the occasional (read: 8) cheese slice.
Most months I allow for one weekend to be dedicated to shooting. This A) Makes sure that weekend availability exists since it can be hard for some of my clients to take off during the week and B) Makes sure that I’m not shooting EVERY weekend since I do have to answer to someone and he prefers that I participate in our lives :) I tried to get him a blow-up doll version of me and it just didn’t work.
Last weekend was THE weekend for February. After a whirlwind week in Orlando at Bert’s Big Adventure it felts really extra super good to set my camera’s focus on thongs and boobs instead of Mickey and Cinderella.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Disney. I’m probably slowly growing in to one of those people that becomes obsessive enough to visit like 234 times a year, especially if that means getting to test adult beverages at Epcot. Disney should make their own passports for when you experience a beverage at every country in Epcot. If you work for Disney and you’re reading this then go ahead and give me a call. I’ve got some suggestions.
Anyway, I had the great privilege of returning to my Atlanta boudoir studio and jumping right in to a full weekend.
As soon as my first client walked in the door and we started gabbing over champagne, classic hip hop, and these F***ING awesome Godiva bites I was reminded of what an incredible experience your boudoir session can be.
Insecurities suck. They eat at us. They cover our days and our hours in a thick blanket of uncertainty and dissatisfaction. We stop growing because we can’t help but do linear comparisons with other people.
While so many of my women walked in to their boudoir experience this weekend in the middle of battle, I know that when my shutter clicked for the last time that they were one step closer to victory.