What would happen if we stripped down and took all the layers off? No clothes. No make up. Freshly showered and naked to the world. Would you see me? I mean…really see me. Or would you jump to conclusions about preconceived judgements about me. I want you to base your opinion of me with an open heart and free of judgements or negativity.
When you look into my eyes would you look deep into my soul? Or would I just be a pretty face? The eyes are the windows to the soul. You can tell a lot about a person and how their eyes respond. I love when speaking with a person to always engage in eye contact. Number #1 it shows I’m listening to the person speaking. But number #2 I can see how the person is feeling through their eyes. A lot of truth can be told in looking at someone’s eyes.
My eyes can show you my emotions without ever saying a word. In one photo my eyes can speak love, desire, happiness, loneliness, fear, pain, joy, determination, and confidence. When you look past the muscles, wrinkles, messy hair, lack of clothing and sexy poses do you see the truth…and the story behind my eyes.
My eyes will tell you I have loved with all my heart and more. I have had my heart broken but have managed to love again and again and again. I have grown from the heartbreak and pain. I have cried many tears of agony and joy. I have survived death of loved ones. I have overcome physical trauma, toxic relationships, negative self talk sabotage and bounced back with even more resilience.
What doesn’t kill me has definitely made me stronger. I have been fearless in moments that required extreme courage and strength. I have stood awkward and uncomfortable out of my comfort zone just to break molds. I have embraced feeling confidently beautiful and in my own skin. So when you look into my eyes make sure you look for the glint in my eye or the spark of a tiger…because I’m much more than just a pretty face. Get lost in my eyes and see what the story unfolds.
Let the story being.

Photography by Paul Buceta
Hair and Make up Artist by Monika Karla