So some family members found out today about my modeling. My mom knows, and she's very supportive. My aunt and cousin are, too. My grandmother, on the other hand... She basically told us that we're going to hell. That's always fun to hear from your family.
But the thing is, I don't really care. This is me. It is who I am. Take it or leave it; all there will ever be of me is what's right there in front of you. What she doesn't know is that having two miscarriages this year left me feeling broken and worthless, like I somehow wasn't good enough, or I must have messed up somehow to not be strong enough to have children. Modeling opened up a door for me that changed everything. I can see beauty in myself again. I'm doing something for me. And I'm doing the most amazing thing.. I'm not just creating art; I'm becoming it. Now that's an amazing feeling. Overall, that makes me happier than anything else really could right now. And I'm proud of what I'm doing here.
Anyway, this is a photo from a 1920's vintage shoot that I did.. This was one of the candid, more playful shots. The photographer was looking for a more traditional model, so he photoshopped out my navel ring and dermals, much to my dismay. Take it or leave it applies here as well as anywhere else. I wonder what he'd say if he saw the massive tattoo I'm getting in three days, ha! Regardless, though, I do still like the pictures.
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