So, about a week ago I did a boudoir shoot. I was so nervous that I was trying to think of every excuse in the book of not to go to this session. A few days before, I was bitten by a swarm of red ants all over my feet, so I was like “Bitch! This is your opportunity to get out of this session!” I was also trying my hardest to lose 10 to 15 pounds in a matter of two weeks and I was driving myself crazy in the head thinking about how am I going to look once these pictures came out? What is my husband going to think when he sees these photos?  Is he just going to see someone out of shape that he doesn’t feel attracted to because I’m not the same person that I was physically when I first met him. Every negative thought that you could possibly think of went through my brain. But something just came over me and said “Bitch. Get your shit together...Do the shoot, whether you like it or not. You are going to love the results.”