Helping you live fully in a fat body
This post seems counterintuitive, right?
I’m a photographer, I love my clients, I want more of them — so why would I post 5 reasons I might not be the photographer for you? Something that might make people run in the opposite direction? Am I crazy?
I mean, yeah, probably, but that’s not why I’m writing this.
I love photography. Like….loooove it. It lights me up. I love the people I work with. I LOVE sending galleries and getting the “OMG” texts back and ...
I met Cait through this fancy little app called Instagram (go follow her on instagram here, and you can find her blog over at The Bedazzled B).
I knew right away that I loved her style and her energy, so when she reached out to me about a session with her husband and their pup Tilly, I was ALL in.
We met up at William B. Umstead State Park in Raleigh for an unseasonably warm afternoon of hiking through the woods, splashing around in the creek, and trying really hard not to twist our ankles — which I’m happy to say was a huge success.
What ...
If you consider yourself a “creative” (a term I kind of hate using because aren’t we all creative in some way? Also it just brings to mind imagery of every smug “creative” type I’ve ever known and puts a bad taste in my mouth which is admittedly my own baggage but maybe you relate? This intro is already too long), then maybe you’ve gone through a slump.
A plateau.
A period of days or weeks or months (hi.) or even years (hello!) when your brain and heart just didn’t combine forces to do the thing you ...
I mentioned over in this post that Justin and I started Weight Watchers at the beginning of the year, and then kind of breeeeezed on past that to talking about cooking. Which might have led to some of you wondering why I, a self-proclaimed body-positive and very opinioned anti-diet-culture blogger would join such a traditional…well…diet.
I wish the answer was deep and complicated.
That I had discovered some sort of hidden meaning in the Weight Watchers philosophy and it was actually NOT a diet, but a lesson in body-positivity!
It’s ...
One year ago, we were getting ready for one of the biggest, most important days we’d ever experience.
We were running last minute errands. I was trying desperately to track down a flower comb that was stuck in customs in Queens. We were both a little curious about where our wedding bands actually were in the world.
We were still back and forth. Tearing up the interstate between Charleston and Florence.
You sent flowers to my office even though that was expressly against the rules, so I bought you that shirt you wanted ...
