comparison

i introduced my partner to a boudoir session last week...he got full control over poses, camera settings, the whole thing!

i must preface what i'm about to say with this: my partner and i had so much fun doing this shoot and i learned a lot about the both of us through the process. what is about to come out of my mouth has nothing to do with him…

...but everything to do with ME.

body image is SO FUCKED UP. i'm 5'3", 135lbs...a completely NORMAL BMI...yet this image makes me cringe.

WHY.

because i'm comparing myself to others. comparing myself to what society wants me to be. comparing myself to the women around me. comparing myself to the men who have opinions about me. comparing myself to the BELIEF system I grew up with and conditioned to.

know what's ironic!?

if i saw this image of YOU, I'd be your BIGGEST fucking cheerleader. GO YOU! THIS IS EMPOWERING AF! GET 'EM! YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL! YOU'RE CHANGING THE WORLD!

SO. greetings, social media! I'm Whitney Brewer and 
authenticity and connection is my super power. i get to talk to me how i'd talk to you..

drop a positively charged comment below & tag someone who you think needs to hear this message! the world needs more of this.

we get to be mirrors of what we see in OTHERS!