Karen took my photograph at a time in my life where I feel way less beautiful than ever but somehow in these images I see something lovely. Some badassery as she calls it.
I feel like she got my soul in these shots.
And you know our souls are never fat.
Karen Walrond is the author of The Beauty of Different. {buy it people}
She also has a life goal of photographing 1000 faces. {my god I could be in a book someday}
She is smart and sexy and so very beautiful.
And she is kind.
And she is loving.
And I am proud that she is my friend.
A major highlight of Blissdom was our tiny photo moment together.
12 comments:
beauty is seeing and being seen, no? Those are some lovely, lovely photos of you.
I found your blog through hers. The reason I came here was because that photo of you just caught my eye - that facial expression was great, and her description of you made me think "I want to read whatever this lady is writing!"
I think you look fantastic. Badassery indeed.
I think you're kind of awesome and I rarely comment because of it, so take that as a compliment. You are amazing.
Work it.
Badassery describes you to a T! I love you, lady, and you are beautiful!
I love that Karen was able to let you see what we see. So much beauty!
You're beautiful!
"...And you know our souls are never fat." Lol, that made me smile. In photo's it's about the eyes and your eyes aren't fat either sister, badass for sure;)
Love the photos, and I loved hanging with you, even if it was for a tiny bit, passing here and there.
GORGEOUS. And not (really) knowing what your kids look like or what you looked like as a kid, that middle picture? OMG. I see it right there.
See, and I look at you and I think, Man she is BEAUTIFUL!
You are right, she captures your soul, and that is such a beautiful thing.
I love you, I love your soul. I wish we lived closer to eachother so I could smother you and that fat baby of yours in kisses.
See, and I look at you and I think, Man she is BEAUTIFUL!
You are right, she captures your soul, and that is such a beautiful thing.
I love you, I love your soul. I wish we lived closer to eachother so I could smother you and that fat baby of yours in kisses.
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