Women tend to be pretty self-less and focus on serving people around them including their husband and kids. When you go to the store, do you usually walk out buying more for someone else than yourself? Do you spend more money on your children’s clothes than your own? Do you spend the majority of your time cleaning up after your family and doing things around the house?

Mama, I feel you.

And it’s certainly a privilege to be able to look after our families. But you know what is equally important? Taking care of ourselves and doing something for us once in a while.

Think about it. When is the last time you did something for yourself? Did that mom guilt immediately creep in? Shut it down.

You are deserving of spoiling yourself from time to time.

Here are some ideas to get you thinking on ways you can treat yourself:

-Get a mani/pedi
-Go to the movies by yourself
-Buy that purse you’ve been eyeing
-Book a massage
-Get a makeover

You deserve it.


Comparison is real, but you have to learn yourself so you can love others fully.


Comparison is real. It is everywhere. We start to feel insecure when we flip through magazines, scroll social media, and even when we get together with friends. We pick ourselves apart with statements like:

“My butt is too big.” “My boobs are too small.” “My nose needs to be fixed.” “My lips are too thin.” “I am not a size 2.” “I could never wear that.”

Can I let you in on a secret? We ALL feel insecure at some point. Even the most beautiful person you know. But we have to learn to love ourselves or we will always get caught up in comparison and self-doubt.

You are beautiful. You are valued. You are loved.

Loving ourselves is just like loving another person; it takes a lot of effort and practice. I want to give you some ways that will teach you to love yourself:

Accept your flaws. Believe it or not you can accept those! We all have them. You are your worst critic and most times the parts of you that you pick apart are the parts that people love about you. The way you laugh, the way your eye squints when you smile, your extra big feet… Accept it.

Say positive statements to yourself. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Would you speak to a friend and call her ugly or fat or “too much?” Of course not! You need to love yourself like you would your best friend. Talk to yourself like you would to her. Give yourself a compliment!

Do something that scares you. Wait, what? Yes, do something that gets your out of your comfort zone, but that allows you to grow. For example, go schedule yourself a Boudoir session. Did you know you can have fun and feel sexy at these sessions? They are all about EMBRACING yourself. ALL of yourself. If you wish to share them with your partner for life, then do it! If not, girl do it for yourself.

I would love to have the opportunity to work with you!

Get out there and love yourself,




Did you know that it’s National Infertility Awareness Week? Perhaps you haven’t heard…because infertility is one of those things that most people don’t like to talk about. But for one week every April, women are encouraged to step out of the shadows and share their stories. So here I am, stepping out and sharing mine. Because infertility is all around us. It’s the woman who works in the cubicle next to you, it’s the man who stood behind you in the checkout line, it’s the friend who hides her secret and suffers in silence. And it’s me…I am infertility. Secondary infertility if you want to get technical. We easily had our first daughter then struggled for years to have another. Infertility does not discriminate. It knows no gender, it affects men and women alike…all childbearing ages, all ethnicities, all social classes. 1 in 8 couples will suffer from some form of infertility. Ours was unexplained, as it often is.

When we eventually got pregnant I waited until I was 7 months along to announce the news publicly. The following is the story I shared with our friends and family. Infertility is a heartbreaking journey, one that should not be kept silent or swept under the rug.

This is my story.


September 2015:
“I have a confession to make…I am 31 weeks pregnant. For a long time I’ve struggled with the idea of publicly sharing this information. This baby comes after a long battle with secondary infertility and every step of the way has felt like a major hurdle.

We had easily gotten pregnant the first time around and I mistakenly thought I was a ‘fertile murtile.’ So, we waited until we were good and ready to have another. And then we kept waiting…

For three years I struggled in silence, occasionally letting a few close friends in on my secret. Mostly keeping it to myself. Putting on a happy façade at every new pregnancy announcement. Avoiding Facebook so I wouldn’t have to see everyone else’s adorable babies. Sinking further into a sadness that is impossible to put to words.

For three years we tried to have another baby. I went to two Naturopathic Doctors, tried acupuncture and Chinese herbs. Two fertility clinics, three IUI’s and one round of IVF and here we are, 31 weeks. I thought that once we were pregnant I would be able to relax and enjoy it. Unfortunately that has not been the case. I’ve had an extremely rough pregnancy and more scares than I care to recount. So I didn’t let anyone know. Then it started to become obvious and people started to notice. Eventually we told our daughter that she was going to be a big sister. Something she’d been asking about for years. I kept telling myself that after the next hurdle I would announce it, then another month would pass and another. Now our due date is just 2 months away…

So in the spirit of transparency, I’m coming clean. We struggled with secondary infertility for a long time and while I was in the thick of it I was desperate for just one person to relate to, one friend who could empathize. Little did I know, I was surrounded by a handful of ladies who had walked down the same dark path. I just didn’t know it, because nobody was talking about it. So I’m coming clean. I have been through secondary infertility and I am not ashamed of it. I spent a small fortune on IVF and I don’t have to make any excuses for it. Being a mother is one of the greatest things that I have done with my life and my heart ached to share that with another child. If you are struggling with any form of infertility, I want you to know that you are not alone. I am quite aware of how incredibly fortunate I am to be on this side of the bridge, but I will never forget the path that led me there or what it took to cross it. If you ever need an ear to listen or shoulder to lean on, I am here for you.”


It’s been nearly three years since I wrote this and my eyes still swell with tears when I read it. It’s difficult to put myself back in that place of pain, loneliness and grief. But I know that it’s important to share my story because some of you may be walking a similar path and I want you to know that you are not alone in your struggle. So many of us have walked in those shoes before. Know that I am here for you if you ever need someone to listen. Please don’t hesitate to reach out.


Hello, Gorgeous!

Whether you’re an old client or a new friend, I’m so glad you’re here!

Recently, I’ve had a few of you ask me WHY I chose Boudoir + Beauty + Maternity photography. For me, the choice was simple. When I decided to pick my camera back up professionally, I thought about what I truly wanted to focus on. And the truth is, I want to photograph something that feeds my soul…I want to walk away from every session with my head a little higher and my heart a little fuller. My hope for each woman that steps in front of my camera is that they leave glowing with confidence and self love. I want you to know that you are beautiful and vibrant and I strive to help you see a part of yourself that you may have forgotten about, or have yet to discover. I want to spark a fire in you and celebrate who you are right now!

Then there’s these girls right here. They are my WHY. My hope is for them to grow up confident in who they are and knowing that they can do whatever they set their minds to. May they grow up to become strong, independent women who love themselves and others fiercely.

photo courtesy of Ashley Mae Scott

Here’s to strong women.
May we know them.
May we be them.
May we raise them.