Part I : The Young Bride

Twelve years ago today I got married. I thought I knew who I was. I think we all do at twenty five. Then a decade later you’re like FUCK. I didn’t have a fucking clue.

Young me was so oblivious, lacked confidence, lonely, confused, voiceless enough to think that getting married at that age was in my best interest.

I’m still grateful. My marriage and the dissolution of it nine years later, left me on a profound quest to explore who I am and the life I wanted to create for my Self.

This dress had been in my closet since 2009. I put it on to see if it still fit and magically it zipped up! I hated my wedding photos anyway. They were a false representation of me in a life I thought I was supposed to be living. I was in Mexico in October 2019 when a concept crept thru with a like-minded creative human @larrywrightphotography and we started cooking ideas. We were brewing on this for a few months.

At the beginning of quarantine, this vision was finally birthed and a catharsis ensued. I began to shed old layers, like how a snake sheds it skin. A metamorphosis of exponential proportions was on the horizon. I could not have done it alone. I am so deeply grateful to my whole team for making my vision come to life!

📸 @larrywrightphotography
👗 @lazarobridal
💄 @chauntallewis
🎥 @jerroldridenour
⚒️ @josephpennerart