In My Skin

There was a time when my work revolved around the outer layer.

I was deep in the beauty industry—styling, perfecting, enhancing.

I worked on others. I worked on myself.

And yet, the further I perfected the surface, the further I strayed from my center.

After years of working with models—and eventually becoming one—something in me cracked open. Under the weight of idealized beauty, I began to lose connection with the raw, real woman underneath.

The stretch marks.

The curves that came with womanhood.

The changes after motherhood.

The pressure to appear “put together.”

The subtle disassociation that whispered, “Don’t feel too much. Don’t reveal too much.”

But there’s only so long you can hold up a mask before your body calls you home.

And it did.

I started the journey inward—not with more perfection, but with presence.

I learned that my inner appearance—my energy, my emotions, my self-relationship—was the true foundation.

Because you can only contour so much before the truth underneath begins to rise.

Through somatic healing, I began to feel safe in my skin again.

I began to honor the woman I was becoming, not just the girl I used to be.

And that’s when the shift happened—from performance to presence.

Recently, I did a photo shoot with Underpants USA.

It wasn’t about filters or angles.

It was about being seen.

It was about choosing visibility even when it felt vulnerable.

Stretch marks and softness and all.

And for the first time in a long time…

I didn’t feel shame.

I felt sacred.

This body has carried life.

This skin has held pain and pleasure.

These curves are the shape of evolution.

I’m no longer striving for the version of beauty sold to me.

I’m becoming the beauty I already am.

And I hope this gives you permission to come home to your body too.