How My Own boudoir Session Gone Wrong Led Me to Body Empowerment Done RIGHT…

A recent blog post shares in detail what initially sparked my enduring passion for body empowerment—if you haven’t already taken the time to read that article, I encourage you to check it out here! However, today, I wanted to delve a little deeper into my personal reflections and insights gained from my experience of being in front of the camera, as well as the emotions I felt while reviewing my gallery with the photographer, and the journey that unfolded afterward. It was a few years ago now that I made the important decision to book my session with a very talented local photographer, who was renowned for her skill in capturing stunning boudoir sessions in my area. I had been admiring her work from a distance for quite some time, but it wasn't until a familiar face appeared on my Facebook feed that I finally felt compelled to invest in a session for myself, despite the significant financial commitment it entailed. The photos I saw featured the goddess energy of a beautiful plus-sized woman, which resonated with me deeply. Even though our bodies were quite different, I was grappling with my own profound insecurities. I wouldn’t have described myself as “fat,” but my struggles with body dysmorphia during that period would have prevented me from agreeing with that statement. I had thick thighs, a rounded belly, and visible stretch marks that were boldly flaunting themselves, and the thought of it all terrified me. Nevertheless, that is precisely why I chose to book the session—it stemmed from a desire to confront my fears head-on. You see, my greatest motivation in life has always been my aversion to fear itself; there is truly nothing I fear MORE than fear, and this experience would be no exception.

Getting Ready

I made the most out of the entire process, fully embracing each moment. I went shopping with great enthusiasm and chose a few appealing lingerie items that made me feel confident and empowered. My sister and I then decided to indulge ourselves with manicures, taking the time to pamper ourselves and enjoy the day together. In preparation for the session, I practiced a bunch in front of my own phone camera, attempting to get comfortable with the idea of being a little uncomfortable. The truth is, I was fine. In fact, I was more than fine; I felt a sense of excitement bubbling beneath the surface. When I showed up to my session wearing sweatpants and a baggy shirt, I felt relaxed and at ease. I was advised not to wear tight-fitting clothes because they would leave marks on my body, making the editing process more challenging.

As I walked into the gorgeous brick room, I was greeted by a beautifully made-up bed, a lovely sofa, and a very large, ornate gold mirror that added a touch of elegance to the space. They offered me a refreshing mimosa and seated me in a stylish chair for hair and makeup. The hair and makeup artist was truly fantastic—remarkably talented and incredibly personable. I truly felt pampered and cared for as she worked her magic. When hair and makeup were complete, they both left the room momentarily while I changed into my first outfit. Standing tall in my heels in front of that stunning gold mirror, I couldn’t believe my own eyes. I felt incredible! I LOOKED incredible. My confidence surged, so much so that I grabbed my phone and quickly snapped a few of my own photos before the photographer returned. When she did come back, she proved to be the best hype gal ever. She showered me with so much positivity, reminding me that I was sexy, beautiful, and that I looked absolutely amazing. In that moment, I truly believed her!

The Session

At this point, I was completely ready—hair perfectly styled, makeup flawlessly applied, lingerie carefully chosen, and my confidence in full bloom. She started the session by having me lay on the bed, which was beautifully made up with crisp white sheets that added a touch of elegance to the atmosphere. She was a true professional, skillfully articulating exactly how to position my body and ensuring I understood every assignment with ease. Eventually, my brain and body responded in sync, and I knew exactly what to do because I was riding high off of life and truly just FEELING myself in that moment. I had never experienced anything so empowering in my entire life. I had never been so vulnerable—especially not in front of a stranger! This transformative experience lit me up from the inside out and instilled a sense of power and confidence within myself that I will never forget. This photographer, both as a talented artist and encouraging hype gal, was simply top-notch.

The Reveal

It took perhaps a few hours after I finally left the studio before I received an exciting sneak peek of my photos. This sneak peek consisted of two side-by-side images—one showcasing the original photo, untouched and raw, before any editing took place, while the other displayed the beautifully enhanced version after the meticulous editing process. I was honestly so pleased with both images that I just couldn’t wait to see the rest of the collection! At the same time, I was confident that the final results would indeed be well worth the wait and the building anticipation. A few weeks later, the photographer reached out to let me know that my gallery was ready, and we promptly set up a time to meet in person to go over the photos, discuss the options, and decide which ones I wanted to purchase. This would naturally cost even more money, but in the heat of the moment, I found myself thrilled with what I saw on her computer screen. I looked beautiful! In the end, I made the decision to purchase the entire gallery, feeling elated about capturing those cherished moments.

Delivery:

Once I received the much-anticipated gallery link, I took the time to carefully look over each individual photo, analyzing every detail. While at first glance the images appeared to be absolutely stunning and visually captivating, the thing I realized, almost suddenly, is that they didn’t actually look like the true version of ME at all. The moment this thought entered my mind, something shifted so significantly that I couldn't ignore it, and it left me feeling somewhat unsettled. As a photographer myself, and one who is also well-versed in the intricate process of editing, I couldn’t help but notice that there was quite a bit more editing in these photos than most non-photographer clients would ever notice or even consider. But these editing choices stood out so clearly to me that I would never be able to see anything in those images besides those obvious edits. It turns out that I wasn’t as slim as the images made me appear, and it wasn’t as simple as asking her to remove the offending photos from my gallery…

Her mission statement:

“Helping women embrace their TRUE beauty” was what appealed to me the most and provided the very phrase that sealed the deal for me, especially when it was paired with what seemed to be solid evidence in the images of the so-called “plus-sized goddess.” I entered into this contract with certain expectations and hopes. I chose this particular photographer because I wanted to embrace my true beauty and celebrate who I am. I trusted her because her statement assured me that I wouldn’t have to change a thing about me—meaning that she would take beautiful photos of the already beautiful ME, just exactly as I was. I paid a significant amount of money to capture a proud, confident, and BRAVE version of ME and all that I represented—entering the process with the belief that I was already beautiful. But upon viewing these images, I found they were heavily airbrushed, leaving no trace of a single stretch mark or freckle—just swirling questions of whether or not it was actually MY body being portrayed. The editing slimmed a thick gal down so much that I was no longer portrayed as curvy; I was transformed into a skinny, brittle Ariel with pointy elbows and perfectly smooth, unblemished skin, which felt both alienating and perplexing.

The Conversation:

The anxious version of myself was utterly terrified to be completely honest with the photographer. I harbored a deep fear that openly speaking my truth might make me come across as overly dramatic or even ungrateful, especially since I had already shared how wonderful the actual experience was—and I truly still stand by that sentiment. However, in this particular instance, I perceived the experience and the final product as two distinctly separate investments. I had paid for the enjoyable experience, and then I made another payment for the gallery. While I was ultimately satisfied with the experience itself, I found myself profoundly unsatisfied with the final product. Moreover, I was immensely disappointed by the realization that her mission statement appeared to be nothing more than a marketing tool designed to attract clients. I mustered the courage to express these feelings to her, and she clarified that she does not personally edit her own photos; instead, she hires someone else to handle that task.

The Conclusion:

The photographer truly deserves all the praise and hype she receives for her exceptional work. From the very beginning to the final moments, she was nothing short of incredible and dedicated, and the investment involved in the services she provided was undoubtedly well worth it. In her presence, I felt beautiful, sexy, confident, and empowered in ways I had not anticipated. She played a significant role in helping me embrace my true beauty, which is a remarkable gift. However, the challenge arose when she was paired with an individual who did not align with her inspiring mission statement. This disconnect left me feeling as though I wasn’t enough once again. The concern with editing and heavily altering someone’s images is that it can ultimately strip away the essence of the person altogether. Each of us possesses signature features—characteristics that make us recognizable and truly unique. For me, those features have always included my distinctive auburn hair, my crooked teeth, my charming freckles, and my curvy physique. While I have always adored the character of The Little Mermaid, the only aspect we share is the hair. If my freckles and curves were taken away, you would have essentially created an entirely different person. The product I was anticipating was a genuine photo documentation of the present version of ME, captured in a way that highlighted my confidence and served as a powerful reminder that every body is beautifully and perfectly imperfect.

The Take Away:

At the end of the day, after engaging in a considerable amount of self-reflection and contemplation regarding this particular experience, I ultimately came to terms with the profound realization that beauty truly lies in the eyes of the beholder. It is impossible for me to force other individuals to perceive my beauty as I do, but what I can do is learn from this experience and cultivate my own belief in myself, even in the face of skepticism from others. The reality is that we cannot hope to satisfy everyone’s expectations or perceptions. From the perspective of a photographer, and as a human being in general, it has genuinely become my mission to capture the true essence of every person who finds themselves standing in front of my lens. This is not only my mission to empower the individuals I photograph and everyone I encounter along the way, but it also serves as a means for me to empower myself on this incredible journey. Furthermore, I bear witness to the undeniable fact that beauty exists within each and every one of us, waiting to be discovered.

My Mission Statement and my promise to you:

My role is to assist you in understanding and recognizing your unique features, while capturing the moment you embrace and cherish every single part of who YOU are—even when others may see you as less than perfect.

It’s a New Year

As I slowly recover from a long, exhausting day and night spent closing out the year 2024, I feel a strong desire to reflect a little on the past year and also to set some meaningful intentions for the one ahead. 2024 has proven to be a considerable challenge indeed. In fact, the word “challenge” doesn’t even begin to convey the depth of hardship and struggle that so many of my days felt like for me. The year commenced with my re-entry into a toxic relationship with a man I’ve sworn repeatedly that I would never entertain again. Despite the numerous sacrifices I made to rekindle what we once had, deep down inside, I knew that this decision would be life-changing and that it was unlikely to end well for me. Yet, I also understood that sometimes the only true way out of a situation is through it. It turned out to be a horrible decision, but simultaneously, I recognized it was necessary for my growth. I suppose that was the very first lesson I learned in 2024.

Beginning again didn’t go exactly as I imagined or hoped for; in fact, while there were plenty of tough surprises along the way, none of which truly caught me off guard, I found that these challenges tested my resilience and determination in ways I had not anticipated.

Making a decision to forgive someone you love for hurting you so many times, in ways that should be unforgivable, is a heavy burden to carry. It is a conscious choice, enveloped in layers of complexity. Each time I approached the notion of forgiveness, I was met with a wave of emotions—anger, sadness, and confusion jostled for space in my heart. The rawness of these feelings often left me questioning my own sanity.

However, the act of forgiving does not mean forgetting. It does not erase the scars left behind but instead confronts them, acknowledging their existence. As I peeled back the layers of hurt, I felt an unveiling of truths that was almost unbearable. Each truth revealed felt like an additional weight added to an already heavy heart. It is borderline torture, an emotional excavation that leaves one both vulnerable and desolate.

This journey is filled with grief—a profound sense of loss not just of what once was but of the idealized vision of love I had clung to. Grieving the relationship, the person I loved, and the future I had envisioned creates a spiral of despair that was hard to navigate. I found myself in moments of deep reflection, grappling with the notion of what could have been versus what is.

Heartbreak is a familiar companion during this process. It seeps into daily life, turning mundane activities into reminders of what was lost. Simple songs, familiar places, or shared memories evoke profound sadness, moments spent questioning why things turned out this way.

Agony punctuates the timeline of healing, a constant reminder of pain intermingled with clarity and understanding. Yet, through the heartache, I began to discover glimmers of resilience. The process propels a transformation, from the cocoon of despair to the possibility of emerging anew, stronger and more aware. Each step taken in this journey toward healing is a testament not just to survival but to the realization that beginning again, despite its challenges, can also lead to unexpected growth.

Everything felt wrong and right all at once, creating a complex mix of emotions and thoughts swirling together. Yet, despite the chaos of it all, the outcome turned out to be exactly what I needed in that moment in my life. For that reason alone, I find myself feeling truly grateful.

While the year began with a ready and willing braveheart, full of hope and positivity, by March, my son and I were unexpectedly facing the harsh reality of homelessness. I couldn’t afford the home my once again ex and I gave up everything for- but we couldn’t stay. I can recall days where I struggled not to worry about where we would end up and it was in those moments of fear where I chose not to succumb to such a tragic fate- but instead, create a life that would be an adventure.

In exchange for my security deposit, I received the popup camper that once belonged to my ex. After a careful assessment, I parked the camper at the top of my family's picturesque mountain property, a place that would soon be filled with memories. By June, my son and I had made plans to fully move in and immerse ourselves in the refreshing mountain air and the tranquil surroundings that nature offered. On the surface, I was genuinely overjoyed and filled with optimism about this new chapter in our lives; however, deeper down, I was still grappling with fear and uncertainty. The day before we were scheduled to move all of our belongings, I made a heartfelt decision to spend what little money I had left on fixing my son’s broken heart. In November of 2023, we faced the heart-wrenching loss of our beloved dog, Griffin. A year and a half prior to that, we suffered the loss of our other cherished dog, Maize. Both Coledyn and I were profoundly shattered by these experiences, and life simply wasn’t the same without the companionship of a dog. Some would say it was incredibly irresponsible to adopt a puppy when we were technically homeless and trying to find our footing. To add to our challenges, my car motor also died, leaving me without a reliable vehicle. Despite all of this, I still chose to adopt a dog, believing it was the right thing for us at that moment. I will always firmly maintain my belief that it was indeed the right decision.

Long story short, the popup camper served us well for a relatively short time. During our stay, we took the opportunity to plant lush herb gardens and diligently maintained the property, and we most certainly appreciated the stunning views that surrounded us. To our surprise, we weren’t there for even one full day before we met our unexpected neighbors… two bears, a mama and her curious cub. I was pleasantly surprised and equally startled. It seemed that I would soon have the opportunity to meet our other neighbors as well, although I had been warned that those particular neighbors were not so pleasant at all.

A summer that was originally meant to be a time filled with vibrant magic and pure joy, a season of laughter and warmth, very quickly became overshadowed by a pervasive darkness that I can only describe as something akin to relentless spiritual warfare. Throughout my life, I have encountered cruel people, but the numerous violations that my family and I have had to endure from these particular individuals is more than simply a crime in my opinion; it is something that can only be characterized as purely evil. Stalking, reckless driving with clear intentions of causing harm, physical assaults that leave lasting scars, perjury consisting of blatant lies and egregious statements filled with false accusations, character defamation alongside calculated attempts of breaking each and every one of us, with no one left to rely on when we ultimately reached the point of utter despair. The police in that area seem to be equally criminal and corrupt, mirroring the very behaviors of those they should be arresting and charging for their wrongdoings. The trauma we endured, along with the trauma that our children and our mother faced, due to a significant lack of justice in the state of Vermont, is profoundly gut-wrenching to say the least. It is a heavy burden that weighs on our hearts, and it is truly a matter we can only surrender into the compassionate hands of God.

I’ve asked myself time and time again what is the true purpose of an entire summer wasted in a haze of fear and worry, accompanied by the constant, nagging urge of fight or flight… and while I still don’t have a satisfactory answer that brings me peace, the one thing I can trust and believe in is that God is doing the work behind the scenes. To my knowledge, no charges have been made, and our voices are still left unheard in this overwhelming silence—however, the state's attorney is diligently handling it, and things have quieted a bit since those tumultuous days. Coledyn and I have moved away for the time being, but the intention of returning to that place we once called home is very much present. That area has been said to be cursed for years that stretch far beyond the life I was born into. When I first heard this unsettling statement, I might have raised an eyebrow in disbelief. But seeing truly is believing, and while I’ve experienced the deep darkness that resides in that valley, I have also been fortunate enough to witness love and light shining so vibrantly, it was nothing short of heavenly.

The togetherness of my family, being actively involved in the process of growing beautiful gardens and learning to raise various types of livestock, and not just being near nature again, but rather being fully immersed in its wonders was truly a remarkable gift that I am not willing to disregard or forget about forever.

Through our journey of moving back to the place that has truly always been considered “home” for us, Coledyn and I were warmly welcomed by friends I barely even knew before, who have now become some of the most significant and remarkable human beings in my life. The heartfelt and warm welcomes we received from those distant friends, who have chosen to embrace and support us, serve as a beautiful reminder that family can often be found beyond mere blood relations and shared genetics. These are the incredible individuals you KNOW have your back through thick and thin, the ones you KNOW consistently think of you, even when you’re far away and absent. You can clearly see it in the mournful yet joyous look that shines in their eyes when you finally return to their loving embrace. I am incredibly grateful and immensely humbled by the amazing humans I’ve come to know and cherish in this journey.

Community is absolutely necessary in our lives. Self-sufficiency is a profound freedom. Bravery is undeniably required in the face of challenges. Patience is indeed a true virtue. Love conquers all, and in God, I will always place my unwavering trust.

I close out 2024 with a powerful and profound realization of what a badass I truly am. Throughout my life, I have NEVER given up on myself or my dreams. The last year alone proved to be incredibly challenging, and while I refuse to delve deeply into the struggles of the years before, I recognize that those experiences were all necessary in reminding me of the resilient person I am today. They served as vital lessons that underscored the immense love I carry endlessly and unconditionally for every living soul I encounter, and they illuminated the strength I’ve gained in learning to surrender during times of deep angst for the sake of my own peace and well-being. I acknowledge that I am far from perfect—after all, I have my flaws, and I will undoubtedly make plenty more mistakes in my life journey. However, I can safely and confidently state that I strive to live my life with the best intentions of spreading light and positivity wherever I go, regardless of my own darkness and the pain I may carry within. Even as I recall every voice that has ever doubted me, every voice that has tried to convince me that I somehow lack the worth required for basic human needs and fundamental human rights… I remain fundamentally ME to the core, and I take great pride in who I’ve become. I eagerly look forward to meeting myself again each and every single day. I welcome 2025 with open arms and a full heart. This year is about embracing all of those things I mentioned above: love, light, and hard work. It’s about the importance of friendship, family, and community. It’s about nourishment, both for body and soul. This year is fundamentally about truly LIVING, and I couldn’t be more thrilled about the possibilities that lie ahead!

AG

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Take The Picture

Even before I fully embraced my journey as a professional photographer, I was always affectionately known as a dedicated shutterbug among my friends and family members. I’ve consistently been the one in my social circle who could be found tirelessly capturing moments, always ready to take photos of friends, family, and any intriguing details or scenes that I believed warranted visual documentation and preservation. My passion for photography has undeniably been a defining and integral aspect of my life.

As I have matured and grown older, the importance of visual documentation has become increasingly significant, especially as I have encountered various experiences of loss throughout my life. The complex process of grief is never easy to navigate, and yet, for me, having treasured photos to refer to during these challenging times is profoundly healing and incredibly comforting. These images serve as a tangible connection to cherished memories, helping to guide me through the myriad of emotions that arise in the wake of loss.

Photographs serve as a magical means of opening up a portal to re-access beloved memories and moments from the past. They allow us to revisit times that hold immense significance and deep emotions, creating a bridge between our present lives and our rich histories. Furthermore, they serve as a truly timeless gift for our children and their children, creating lasting memories that can be cherished and valued for many lifetimes ahead.

I can’t tell you how many times I have gone through my personal albums, seeking to recall a specific moment in my life that deserves to be remembered. Photography and grief are more intricately connected than we often realize, serving as a powerful means of reflection and remembrance. Each photograph holds a unique story, encapsulating emotions that can help us navigate through our loss and find solace in our memories.

If you ever feel that gentle nudge or persistent urge to take a photo, please do not hesitate to go ahead and capture that moment. It is often in these fleeting seconds that we discover something profoundly beautiful or meaningful worth preserving, offering us a glimpse into the richness of life.

Why Body Empowerment/ Boudoir?

As a body empowerment advocate and documentarian, I often receive a variety of mixed feedback regarding the work that I do. There seems to be a significant misconception when it comes to boudoir photography in general—many people consider boudoir to be perverse or, at the very least, borderline pornographic. While every client and every photographer possess different standards and missions for their sessions, in my perspective, boudoir represents an intimate act rooted in love—both for oneself and, at times, for someone else. Body empowerment, although related, is slightly different in that it focuses strictly on self-love and acceptance. Many clients approach me, expressing a deep desire to participate in a session, only to reveal that they have a lengthy list of things they need to accomplish before they feel ready. The most frequently cited excuse for delaying a booking is, "Well, I need to get back in shape first." This mindset, in my view, undermines the very essence of body empowerment. Body empowerment is designed to emphasize appreciation for your body just as it is. It means embracing and loving yourself even when you believe there are aspects worth improving. It means recognizing how truly remarkable you are, regardless of your appearance—and it serves as a powerful message to society, giving a strong middle finger to the unrealistic standards imposed on a word meant to encompass so many different and valuable things.

Body empowerment sessions are not simply designed to be a photo shoot; rather, they are thoughtfully crafted to be an immersive experience and a meaningful ode to oneself.

My desire to offer these unique experiences truly stemmed from my own participation in a memorable boudoir session. The experience itself was so remarkable that it was more than I could easily express with mere words. The photographer did an amazing job of making a very self-conscious young woman feel at ease, and she even managed to make me forget how insecure I actually was at that moment. Instead, for the first time in a long while, I felt beautiful and sexy—truly, I felt free! I will cherish that experience forever. I booked my session with this particular photographer because her mission statement resonated with me deeply: “Helping women embrace their TRUE beauty.” I expected this to mean that I wouldn’t have to change a thing about myself—because I was already beautiful just the way I was. However, the insecurity came creeping back around once I received the final results of the shoot. At first glance, the photos were nothing short of phenomenal. They were pure magic! Yet, after staring at them for a week or so, I painfully realized that the girl in the photo wasn’t truly me. It was a heavily altered version of myself. The editor—who I was informed was not the photographer—had airbrushed every freckle off my body and made every curve I had seem to disappear entirely. This realization was more damaging to my psyche than the original thought I had of not being good enough. The business that claimed to accept me just the way I was had proven unable to accept me for who I was and instead transformed me into how they thought I should be. I was heartbroken. But through that painful experience, I ultimately found inspiration. I discovered a way to heal from my own negative beliefs, and I wanted to share that enlightening journey with the world. I realized this was my chance to offer the empowering experience I had hoped for to other women like me, and in doing so, I’ve found a supportive community and opened a door to acceptance of TRUE beauty, in a world that often feels dominated by distorted societal standards.

A body empowerment session with me requires no specific body type or predefined standard of beauty. Your unique differences are what make you truly exquisite and exceptional. Whether you are fat, skinny, short, tall, white, black, young, or old—each aspect of you adds to the rich tapestry of your individuality. In this very moment, you are already a perfectly imperfect work of art, deserving of appreciation and celebration just as you are.

Leave Whats Left

© AG Photography

I can’t tell the whole story of this truly amazing and captivating location because I am just beginning to learn about it myself, and to be completely honest, I find myself hesitant to share what I have discovered with those who don’t already have some knowledge—out of a lingering fear that the wrong person might stumble upon it and inadvertently ruin such a breathtaking masterpiece. It is a burden I am simply not willing to take on. What I will say is this: if you are ever fortunate enough to have the opportunity to find this hidden gem in your path, I sincerely pray that you feel the same depth of appreciation I felt while I was there. Without ever knowing the individuals who once called this place home, I can sense that they were brimming with wisdom, passion, hope, creativity, and an abundance of love. They created and left behind far more than what I see on the surface of this property, which I might describe as a "gallery." They left behind not only the elements I mentioned above but also an intricate story that resonates throughout the space. Art. Inspiration. And for all of this, I am left with a profoundly grateful heart today.

“Why Are Your Prices Going Up?”

A lot of my clients have been questioning why my prices are suddenly going up and why photography services in general are so expensive. I thought I would take a minute to break this down.

Since I was young I have always loved photography. My first experience with a camera was when I was around seven or eight years old and my grandmother allowed me to use her polaroid camera. I was immediately blown away by the magic I had created and to make a short story even shorter, I’ve never stopped seeing the magic in photography since.

Photography was just a hobby before I started offering portrait sessions back in 2015 as a “side hustle”. I was a new mother and I was trying to find a way to continue being a stay at home mom and also make my own money. My sons father and I officially went our separate ways just months before my son turned a year old, which led me to a greater need for financial stability.

Ironically, I didn’t immediately think to myself “I’m going to become a portrait photographer and start making money”. I actually decided to list my camera gear online in hopes of making some quick cash to support some immediate needs. My sister asked me if I would take some photos of her before I got rid of my camera and I agreed. She loved the photos and so did I. We shared them on social media and before I knew it, people were asking me to do their photos too. Needless to say- I kept the camera and I’ve been an ever-growing professional photographer since.

Photography is an investment though! It is very expensive to own proper equipment and it is even more expensive if you choose to make it your profession. It is NOT as simple as just owning a camera and it IS my job and the way that I make money to support myself and my family.

Here is a breakdown of the things I pay for in order to deliver the quality images you will receive

Camera, Lenses, Batteries

Computer

Memory Cards

Editing Software

Portfolio Website

Unique Domain Name

Online Gallery/ digital gallery / client proofing

Business cards

Content builder

Travel

props

backdrops

wear and tear (on EVERYTHING)

Insurance

Now, not every photographer uses the same equipment, platforms, software and workflow. These are just the main expenses I personally pay to keep my business up and running.

The two things you are paying for that are even more valuable for YOU are:

My TIME

My TALENT

You might be thinking to yourself “sessions are only one hour long!!” and that’s true- or typically true anyway. But my job doesn’t start OR end with your session. My job begins long before you and I even make contact and my job doesn’t end until I have delivered your gallery and/or your physical products.

The process of editing can be very time consuming. I do my best to complete each album as quickly and efficiently as possible, but in order to deliver quality albums, it does require time. It also requires electricity, WIFI and the use of software, storage, and all the other things I mentioned above as well.

Like everything else, my prices increase when the cost of living increases. Like you, I need to keep up with my bills! And as we are all familiar- many bills exist.

Food

Shelter

Car Maintenance

Gas

Vet Bills

Clothing

Hygiene

Electrictiy

Medical bills

Phone

Wifi

Credit cards

etc.

No, this does not mean that it is YOUR job to pay MY bills. That would be ridiculous. But I do need to make sure that I am being paid adequately by each client, the same that anyone else would expect to be paid. You pay a lump sum for a session but you are not simply paying for the one physical hour we spend together- the amount you are paying me covers ALL the hours of travel, shooting & editing that I put into your individual session.

In any business, there are sometimes requirements for upgrades. For example; my camera which I have been using for nearly a decade finally maxed out and is no longer with me (may it R.I.P). This means I’ve had to upgrade… which equals more $$. That doesn’t necessarily mean I am raising my prices again, but it does mean I need to make more money to compensate.

The last thing I can think to include here is a very important one! The cost of EDUCATION is not cheap! If you know, you know. I pay a mentor by the month to help me continue to grow in my business, so I can continue offering the best services and best final products to all my clients. I spent several hours each week investing in myself and my business through learning. While it is amazing to learn and thrive- and it most certainly benefits You and I both- it is one more very expensive tab!

I want to end this by stating how much I do appreciate my clients! As you can see, it takes quite a bit to run a business and pay all of my bills. This wouldn’t be possible without you and the amazing support and love you have for AG Photography and to say I am grateful is SUCH an understatement!! This is why I do try to go above and beyond for you all- especially my repeat clients by offering discounts and locked in prices!

Now that you have a better understanding of why photography services are so expensive, I hope you are able to have a greater appreciation for your own photographer (be it me or someone else). We love what we do, but we love it so much more when or clients GET IT too:).

So much love to you all! <3

AG

Against The Grain

It’s truly amazing to witness what can happen when you allow yourself to simply let go of the numerous things or even people in your life that hinder your personal growth and happiness. Over the last couple of years, I’ve made it a habit to actively practice this process of release, and it has profoundly empowered me in a way I often struggle to articulate clearly. Letting go does not dismiss or negate the inevitable suffering and pain that we all encounter; rather, it simply offers grace and compassion to those who genuinely feel the need to find their own way—a different path—toward healing. We live in a world that often encourages us to forget that we are meant to be fully LIVING our lives. So many of us fail to grasp the fundamental difference between altruism and fawning behavior, which can lead to an unhealthy cycle as we prioritize pleasing others over caring for ourselves in a way that allows us to genuinely experience our own happiness. This realization, for me, is how it all began—through the act of letting go. Letting be. Learning to LIVE against the grain of societal expectations in order to wholeheartedly welcome and embrace the most authentic version of my SELF—even in the face of those who may harbor deep-seated disdain towards me, perhaps stemming from the darkest aches of their own souls.

Be you. Be unapologetically you, embracing every unique aspect of your identity. Do it with certainty, holding firmly to your beliefs and values, and most importantly, do it with love and grace, extending kindness not only to yourself but also to those around you.

AG, in case you were wondering, is an acronym that stands for Auburn Gypsy—my alter ego, if you will. You might be asking yourself why I wouldn’t simply use that full title instead of turning it into an acronym and causing people to wonder what it stands for. The reason for this choice is quite simple; even after seriously considering changing the name due to the controversial and sensitive use of the term “Gypsy”—which I promise to discuss further in a separate blog post coming soon—I still cherish and love what it has always signified for me personally. You see, I grew up understanding Gypsy to be the word that represented a human being who broke free from the restricting chains of societal norms and expectations—someone who lived life on her own terms, never needing to rely on or be influenced by the opinions and judgments of others. To me, Gypsy is deeply symbolic of autonomy and the essence of FREEDOM. The woman I have envisioned for most of my life dances around joyfully, adorned in colorful fabrics and fun, symbolic jewelry that holds value only in how it makes her feel in the moment. Gypsy has continually represented the ultimate goal for me, and while I completely understand that there are multiple meanings attached to the word and I truly appreciate the depth of those interpretations, for me, it occupies a sacred space that has been stored within my soul ever since I was a child. I’m choosing to lock it up and let it exist in its purest form.

More recently, the acronym has taken on an even deeper sentimental meaning for me than just Auburn Gypsy. I came to a profound realization that it could also stand for “Against the Grain,” which resonates strongly with my artistic journey. Furthermore, a dear friend of mine, who happens to be one of my biggest supporters throughout my photography endeavors, affectionately calls me “AG.” Therefore, while I continue to cherish the name Auburn Gypsy, it is with great pride that I embrace AG Photography as my creative identity, where I truly remain. <3

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