So This Happened...


This happened. Seriously. In case you don’t know me well- I wear leggings for pants, my nicer pants are cute sweat pants, when I wear jeans my kids ask why I am dressed up. I met two of these beautiful ladies about a year ago, or so- I’m at that time in my life where I struggle to remember how long ago something actually occurred. They came in together for one of my yoga classes. I knew they were both going through some serious transitions, but I had no idea how big those transitions were. Even though I didn’t know to the extent of what they were going through, I knew they loved to laugh and seemed like great people to know.


Over the year (or so) I got to know two women who survived- more than anyone should have to. Then I met a sister who I immediately loved and after this crazy day I made two more friends! It’s so funny how random people meet each other at just the right time and feel like they have known each other forever. Fast forward to this photo-shoot. I have no words and all the words at the same time!

One one hand, I think it's FABULOUS! The birthday girl (the tan goddess in the blue dress sitting on her throne) is about to turn 40 and these are for her birthday party. She is a survivor. She is strong, beautiful (duh), funny, and successful. After a very long ordeal (that’s hers to share) she is finally free- in so many ways. Her birthday is coming up, and she is starting a new decade FREE. This photograph is a satirical representation of her taking ALL of her power back and claiming her proper seat- a throne.


The day was filled with lots of emotions; all of us were a little anxious and two of these beautiful women had just lost their brother. We had so much fun; we laughed, & we cried- then we put on more makeup and tried again!


I was with the sisters when I saw the first sneak peek of our pictures. Like every woman on the face of the planet my first response was, “I am SO white next to Heather.” Which was met with their own lists of imperfection (of themselves). I stopped myself. I looked at the photograph; I did not see their list of flaws; I saw such beauty and strength.


Women. Can we please just stop? Stop with the laundry list of imperfections that blind us to our beauty. Who/what are we comparing ourselves to? I have given birth to FIVE children. I am 40 something - I never remember, if you want to know I was born in 77 you do the math. I have wrinkles and LOTS of laugh lines - because I laugh A LOT! I was wearing one of Heather's dresses that I did NOT fill out- I'm still waiting for my girls to come in, I think it might be too late for me in that department.


Stop with the laundry list of imperfections that blind us to our beauty. Who/what are we comparing ourselves to? I have given birth to FIVE children. I am 40 something. I never remember my exact age; if you want to know I was born in 77, you can do the math. I have LOTS of laugh lines because I laugh A LOT! I was wearing one of Heather’s dresses that I did NOT fill out- I’m still waiting for my girls to come in. I think it might be too late for me in that department, but I am still hopeful. I am proud of who I am, so why am I comparing myself to a younger version of myself or anyone else?


The day was for Heather; for her to feel free, beautiful, and celebrated. Goal accomplished. The day was to bring some joy into the lives of Suzanne and Erika who just lost their baby brother. Goal accomplished. The goal was to create something for Heather's party to serve as a statement taking all her power back. Goal accomplished. The goal was to have fun. Goal accomplished.


Embrace your beauty. Stop taking yourself so seriously. Laugh more. Take your power back. Trick your friends into a photo-shoot. Celebrate who you are- not who you want to be.


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