The mirror had become her greatest test. Some mornings, she stared too long, trying to remember the girl she once was. Other mornings, she barely glanced, too busy getting two little ones dressed, fed, and out the door. But every day, she was learning—learning to love herself in the body that carried life, in the skin that told the story of transformation, in the hair that no longer grew as it once did but still framed the face of a warrior.
She was a mother first. Her babies needed her strength, her warmth, her unwavering love. But she was also a woman, a dreamer, and a boss. AWShotme Photography was more than just a business; it was her testament to resilience. Late nights editing photos, early mornings answering client messages, squeezing in gym sessions to feel strong again—every sacrifice was a step toward the life she was building for them all.
Romance? She hadn’t given up on it. But love, real love, had to start within. She was learning to romance herself first—to take the extra time on skincare, to dress in ways that made her feel powerful, to look at herself in the mirror and say, “Damn, I’m still her.” Because she was. Even with the stretch marks, even with the postpartum hair loss, even with the days she felt invisible—she was still radiant.
And her children/ partner saw it. They saw their mother / wife pushing forward, showing up, glowing despite the weight of the world. She knew they were watching, and she wanted them to learn that strength isn’t about never falling—it’s about always rising.
So, she rose. Every day, she rose. And her light? It still shined.
Written By: Adaja White
Photo Credit : Awshotme Photography
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