Okay, it’s been a couple weeks, and I want to talk about what’s been up.
On Fri, Oct 20th, I had what can only be described as one of the most powerful, moving, emotional, and beautiful performances I’ve had to date: I had a single release show, and reached all of the goals I’d set for it.
I'd spent so long and put so much heart into the show, when it ended, I suddenly found myself confused, unsure of how to proceed, and facing post-show letdown.
PMS sucks. If you are or have ever been a woman, you know this. You feel me.
If you're not, you've probably heard tell of this dreaded time, or maybe you've been on the other side of a loved one's PMS-induced distress.
As a woman in my mid-20s, PMS is a thing that happens for me, sometimes unpredictably, and always, it seems, with a determination to bring me down and reduce me to loud, wailing tears.
10 years ago, I felt the need to make an attempt on my life.
Back then, and for years after, I thought I would never make it through this journey of life without taking it upon myself to end it.
10 years ago, I thought I'd never make it to age 15. 5 years ago, I had slightly more hope: I thought I might live to see 25...but nothing past that.
Now, age 24, a young adult boldly and openly finding my way through the world, I've let go.
I've been a body-positivity activist for years now, but I still struggle with loving all of my pieces fully. Modeling has pushed me to embrace the parts of myself I would have otherwise chosen to hide, while photography allows me to capture so many varieties of beautiful body types.
I pushed my limits even further in August, when Evelyn Sinclair and I ventured into the marshes of Borderland State Park, discarding our clothes and frolicking into the (seriously smelly) waters, surrounding ourselves with lilypads and underwater tree stumps.
Check out the results below!
I’m rebranding, and I’m freaking terrified.
I ran a blog for a few years and delved into pieces of myself I didn’t know existed until they presented themselves on my Tumblr page.
Honestly, I worried a lot of people. And, I inspired people. I wrote about topics that weren’t discussed enough, and that was good - and I wrote from a place of pain, trauma, and suffering…and that was not so good.