As I think about every woman I’ve photographed, I’m reminded once again how beautiful it is to sit with the broken. I’m reminded that no woman has it “all together”; that we all harbor deep pain/self doubt–that we all have our struggles.
Though every woman I meet is in a different place in life: in college, newly married, mom of a newborn, mom of four, divorced, ages 21-64, and in a range of careers–when I looked into each set of eyes, I see so many of the same desires. Women in need of healing, women in search of themselves, women ready to put the self-loathing narrative that plays in their minds to bed once and for all.
Don’t ever think that you have to have all of your “problems” figured out before you finally sit in front of my lens, and don’t expect to be miraculously “healed” when you walk out of my studio.
It’s not my job to “fix” you babe, because fixing isn’t what you need. It’s my job to remind you that no matter what heavy burdens you carry, no matter how rough the sea that you navigate daily– at the end of it all, you stand. No circumstance, mistake, regret–nothing can change your worth, your beauty, or your purpose to do so much good in this world.
Today, I want you to lean into the places of your brokenness, and rest in the truth that being broken is a chance to to fully understand the gravity of your strength, to dream bigger, to re-build; sit with the broken to find out who you are and who you want to be.
Piece, by beautiful piece.