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Boudoir Backfire: A Tale of A Photo Shoot Gone Wrong
A few months ago I decided it was time for me to do a boudoir shoot.
There were a few reasons why. I’ve never done anything like that before, and I figured it would push me out of my comfort zone. And I think it’s important for people to do that every once in a while.
I made contact with a local-ish photographer. The initial phone conversation was great. She then followed up with a lot of information by email.
I posted about the upcoming shoot on my personal social media and talked about it with friends.
I thought the shoot would be a slightly uncomfortable, but enlightening experience. I hoped it would be freeing and that I would feel emboldened, and that afterwards I would have these good photos for myself, and a great experience that I would share with others. I envisioned me writing this post where I went on and on about empowerment, and loving yourself, and blah blah blah.
As you may have already guessed, it didn’t go well. (The title kind of gives that away).
Before I go into what happened I want to own that I was uncomfortable before I even showed up. The detailed list the photographer sent of things to do beforehand was helpful, but also overwhelming. Get a manicure, get a pedicure, have this many outfits, and don’t…