We Deserve To Be Seen | New Hampshire Boudoir Photographer

Boudoir

Feb 9

We deserve to be seen.

I have been sitting in a kind of hibernation lately. Months that feel like decades. A slow, quiet circling inward that I did not notice at first. Until I did. Until it started to feel tight; almost like I had been holding my breath for far too long.

I have been hell-bent on not being perceived. On staying small and telling myself to wait. Just wait for the right moment. Until it feels safer. Wait until the noise inside my head settles down. That seemed like the “smart” thing to do.

But the truth is, the longer I waited, the louder it became.

Ideas pressing at the edges. Galleries asking to be shared. Stories and humans that mattered deeply to me, sitting in the dark. I wanted to scream. Instead, I swallowed it down.

There is a voice that shows up when you try to make yourself more digestible. It tells you to be quieter. To soften your edges. It says to stay out of sight. And before you know it, that voice becomes a vice. It wraps itself around your body. It pulls you inward. And tells you this is safety.

But it feels like suffocating. And recently I’ve been waking up to realize: we deserve to be seen.

Then Erin stepped into this space.

This session lit my whole soul on fire. Not only because of the trust she placed in me. Not only because of the way she unraveled so honestly in the quiet interplay of light and shadow, draped in her black lingerie. But because she chose to do this after years of telling herself no. Years of holding beliefs that said maybe someday. Maybe later. Maybe when things feel different. I saw my own voice echoed in hers.

But she and I both realized: We Deserve to Be Seen

And that’s when the magic starts to unveil itself.

There was a moment where all of those old words lost their grip. Where everything she had been carrying melted away and settled into the photographs instead. You can feel it when you look at them. That release and determination. A deep, embodied yes.

I am in awe of the way Erin showed up for herself that day. Fully. Bravely. Without apology.

Sessions here are not performative. They are cathartic. It’s a physical, real-time letting go. A reminder of what it feels like when energy moves through you instead of staying trapped. When the body speaks before the mind has time to interrupt.