“What’s wrong with me?”

I spent far too many years asking myself that.

Too many years being bullied as a kid, racially discriminated against, controlled by an overbearing father, and sexually harassed by male and female colleagues. Too many years feeling sad, alone, depressed and worthless.

I doubted every choice I made.

When I transitioned into photography, I discovered I had a knack for creating stunning portraits of people who hated being in front of the camera. 

I soon realized that these incredible people, who claimed they weren't photogenic, couldn't see their own beauty. They couldn't see what I saw - all of their beautiful achievements and astonishing kindness.

Looking through a different lens, I saw myself in a totally new way...

We overlook our magic and beauty within.

You see, by this point in my life I could speak four languages, cook, sew, dance, install hardwood floors, race cars, snowboard, build websites, and groom dogs.

I had competed in beauty pageants, won scholarships, studied abroad, mentored youth,  volunteered, worked as a model, graphic designer, online retailer, an artist, and now I was a damn good photographer!

I was better than enough, I was unfuckingbelieveable!