I hated getting my picture taken, despite the fact that I loved taking pictures. I was insecure, picked out every flaw, every unwanted detail; needless to say it was bad.

But, the pandemic happened, and I was stuck at home. I had no one to take pictures of. I was down to one model; me. It was the most terrifying and most vulnerable journey I took to not only improving my craft, but learning to love myself.

Quarantine; the beginning of...a lot

The journey definitely isn't at an end, I don't think it ever will be, but I've grown enough to see my potential, and how fun it can all be!