Photography is a way to bring joy into someone’s life, to give them purpose, to show them their soul’s beauty in a way they’ve long forgotten – or maybe never even knew.
I was 10-years-old when it first struck me that I didn’t look like my best friend. We were exactly the same height but while she was lean and athletic, I was chubby and uncoordinated.
Do you expect me to walk this world completely open to you? An open book, clearly written, easily delivered. Fuck that. In a world of online profiles and the 5 second first impression swipe, you want me to show myself to you fully? What would that do? How would you survive so much honesty? So I will not.
When you see the girl with lilac lips and crooked teeth, you see the innocence radiating off her cheeks. I see the fear of never accomplishing what she covets most.
“Most of us always have something to share, but only to the right person, and only at the right time.”
No matter how much we preach self-love or go around telling the girl crying in a corner that beauty isn’t defined by looks, there is still that one vain thread we cling on to. My thread was my hair.
My beauty comes out the most when I’m happy. I look the most beautiful when I’m doing something I love.
“He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.”
I’ll give it to you straight: living together is hard work and life gets weird.
“People keep saying I have commitment issues but wine and I have been going steady for years.”