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Boudoir is good for the soul


The girl you see here isn't even the same girl I am now.

These photos were taken in November of last year,

right before I moved out of my apartment.

That place, my bedroom, was such a sanctuary for me.

The short time Hadley + lived there, we made so many memories.

Some that will last a lifetime, some I wish I would forget.

It was the first place I was fully responsible for. It was my first place of my own.

I did the college thing, had roommates. Even lived with one of my besties after hair school. I then went straight into marrying and living with Levi.

When I left him in May, I found this place.

And this place, is where I began to find myself.

When I decided to move back home with my parents and leave my babe cave, I KNEW I wanted my shoot to be there instead of in a studio or and air bnb this time around.

There was so much meaning to it. I have always had a hidden passion for interior design. I loved how it was decorated. Everything had its place. Everything was always where I left it (unless Hadley was home). Everything I had picked out solely for me. I didn't have to ask someone else's opinion, or make sure it wasn't too girly (thought bless Levi's heart he always embraced my decorating skills. Even when they included glittered deer heads) But this place was me. It was Hadley. It was US.

This is the second boudoir photoshoot I have ever done and I couldn't imagine doing it with anyone other than Marcy of Coterie .

She and I actually met on Instagram. Thank God for technology.

We started out as a partnership for her seniors. I was her recommendation for hair and makeup and I began referring all my clients to her for photos. WIN WIN.

No like, guys. She is one of the most genuine humans ever. She is so comforting and passionate. She’s so kind and wise, oh my word is she wise!!!

Our partnership blossomed when she began offering boudoir. I became her go to contact for Hair and makeup. BATB Salon was on site and doing her clients for almost every shoot.

We quickly became friends and kind of creepily obsessed with one another haha. She’s now one of my most cherished friends and I can’t wait to see where this year takes us!

My first photo shoot I did with Marcy was last spring. And yes a day I will never forget. It was the first time I saw myself through the eyes of others. It was such a deep, emotional experience for me that kick started a journey to self love and empowerment. One that’s actually hard to talk about, but all thanks to one frame. This shot is was set my soul on fire.

I always joke and tell her that that photo shoot gave me the confidence to leave my husband. But here is the whole story:

Growing up I was a size 4-6. Being 5'2" this made me a very tiny petite build. I was spending 6 sometimes 7 days a week cheering or doing gymnastics. I was always eating (no like seriously, I think my squad and I could out eat any football team back then)

However when I graduated I kept eating and stopped being active, and that was not the best combo. The freshman 15 was more like the freshman 25 for me when I got to college. Ever since then I have ranged from a size 10-18 over the last decade.

I grew up feeling ahsamxed of my body, and how everyone thought I was pretty. (I’m sure this sounds crazy, but it’s fact) It was always getting me in trouble. I even used it to my benifit and manipulated others to fill voids that had been left inside me due to my daddy issues. (But that’s another blog, for another time)

In my marriage I felt that if I ever ‘got my body back’ it would cause problems in my marriage. I thought if I stayed overweight that I wouldn’t draw attention to myself in ways that were inappropriate, like when I was younger.

Looking back, I had done myself a disservice. I had let myself go physically which intern made me mentally check out. I had lost myself. I had little self love and appreciation. My husband always loved me for me and adored my body. However his actions spoke louder than his words when I discovered he had an affair with a women half my size.

This sent me into a whole new level of depression. I began to dislike who I saw in the mirror. Not because of my weight. Not because I didn’t look like his mistress, but because I had let myself go. I had done this. I had become okay with being a size 16 and thought it was my way of protecting my marriage.. meanwhile he had a size 6 side piece.

This opened my eyes to the reality of needing to live life for myself. To make myself happy. No one was going to bring me happiness or love if I wasn’t happily in love with myself first.

Fast forward 2 years, I’m now a size 10-12 on average and I’m the happiest with my body I’ve ever been with it. I haven’t worked out like crazy (or like at all really) and I haven’t been trying crazy diets (although I did give up meat) but I have lost almost 30lbs and I know it has everything to do with finally accepting myself.

I think as young women growing up we don’t see these type of body images in the public’s eye. You can scroll through Instagram and 90% of the women, whom are barely clothed come across your feed they are a size 2-4. That’s what is instilled in the young women of today. That’s what they think is acceptable.

When in all actuality we s