the trial, the lawyers, the hospital rape kit, the restraining order, counseling . . . and he still got to walk away from it scott free.

I almost canceled everything I was going to do for myself. I fell into a deep depression in 2018. I was going through a lot medically, that I had just given up on the most important thing in life, ME.

I was celebrating myself. My life has been a roller-coaster from hell. I needed to accept me, and love me, and release all of the hatred and anger towards the people who hurt me. I needed to take back my sensuality, my sexuality. Own it. I was celebrating life. Releasing the negativity to be cleansed by the earth, with every snap of the camera I felt lighter.

My intention was to take pictures to help me love myself again. Not only do I love myself but I’m freaking ART - A GODDESS. I just had to have a little direction to realize how pretty and amazing my body is.

I feel like I crossed something off of my bucket list. More importantly, however, I learned that Im objectively a total smoke show... even though I don't always feel like it.

The first few camera clicks and I was a hot mess. I had definitely forgotten how to be sexy. I was awkward but Molly was so gracious and I was able to listen to how she was coaching me a long. Then moving became easier, I settled into myself.

Why was I doing this then? Why was I spending a fuck ton of money on something that I already look at in the mirror and HATE daily? It made no sense and I almost canceled.