Healing is messy, divine, and sometimes requires lingerie with more straps than engineering sense.
Bruises to Boudoir is my raw, hilarious, heart-on-the-sleeve journey through trauma, survival, mom life, and becoming the woman I never thought I could be.
It is written for survivors by a survivor who walked through hell, caught fire, found her way through the flames, and now thrives anyway. You can too. Let me show you how.I went from a church girl terrified of my own humanity to a boudoir photographer who hands women wings, crowns, swords, and the blasphemous permission to love themselves out loud. Beauty, I learned, is not a waist size or a contour trick. It is remembering who you were before the world dimmed your sparkle.
If you like your empowerment with a side of snark, divine feminine magic, and just enough chaos to keep things interesting, welcome home. We are besties now. Sit down and stay awhile.