Viewing entries in
Beauty Blog


Pointing a finger at societies beauty standards on women

AJBC Photography Port Huron Michigan Boudoir Beauty Photographer Empowerment Women

It's strong, and it's raw, and I'm not sure what I'm doing, or if it's right, but I'm doing it.
All I know is, sometimes, flipping up that middle finger to the world makes you feel more powerful. Every once in awhile screaming out that F bomb can make you feel like everything you had bottled up inside you is finally out. 
If it takes the work Fuck for people to finally get where I've been trying to go with my work and women for the past few years, then so be it. 

I feel really strongly about photographing women and the way they see themselves. How many times have I spoke with a woman who would be more comfortable and confident with her clothes on, but she takes them off because she thinks that's what sexy has to be. Or how many women have I talked to who want to show off their bodies but they don't because society has told them their body type isn't ideal. 

Fuck. That. 

I'm sorry if things are getting a little too deep, or powerful, or even vulgar around here, but let's be honest, we're all grown ups, and we've probably all used a curse word here and there. And I know, if you haven't, you've replaced it with some word that attempted to make it all better. Because that's all we really want, right? Something that just might make it all better.

If a word can start it, why can't a Revolution finish it? 

That's why I'm here, and that's what I hope to do. No. That's what I'm doing. Right here. Right now I am introducing a Revolution to you where we "point the finger" at the typical beauty standards women encounter all day, every day, since they are old enough to walk and talk. 

To quote Shane Koyczan (through out this entry)-
"Too fat, too thin, bad teeth, worse skin, no chin, big nose, small breast, long toes, poor looks, cheap clothes, goes to short, to tall, to nothing at all, the things we call each other in the name of beaty are ugly and that they allow no contrast to symmetry."

Then what the hell are we allowed to be!? Who the hell is left to be? 

I'll tell you who, but you have to promise me though you won't judge them, or knock them down. You have to promise me you will give them a chance and try to understand what they have to offer. You have to take time each day to appreciate them, to have tough love with them, and to open up to them. You have to be ready to accept the good, the bad, and the honesty that comes with being an amazing person.

I'll tell you who.

"Pretty is a lie designed to sell you back to yourself but you are still you." S.K.

Start the Revolution with me. Today. 

I want to take this to a more personal level now and share with you a little bit more about what has started this fire inside of me, and explain to you better who I am and what I'm all about, because I think due to the nature of my job, and my work, there is some confusion about that. 

Yes, I am a beauty photographer. I use the word beauty more than boudoir because boudoir means bedroom and 8 times out of 10 I am suggesting something other than the typical bedroom shot. 
I say I have no clue how I fell in to this, but when I really think about it, that's a lie. I know. It started about 3 years ago when I had met my limit on photographing typical family portraits and crazy, crying, screaming kids. I wanted to connect with people and be able to work with those who allowed me to help direct and style their shoot in order pull out a story. That's when I scheduled my first boudoir shoot, and I'll be honest, I was super nervous. Always loving fashion photography I felt like this was going to be the closest thing to that, but it involved underwear, and skin, and after being taught all my life to keep your body private, that was an odd concept, but it wasn't me I was photographing, so I didn't care. 

I see uncensored, raw beauty and art in the human body. Do I have a burning desire to do a Boudoir session myself? No. Not in the typical sense. Not at all if I were 100% honest. And this is where things get odd and people get shocked, bc my portfolio is packed with hot ladies in minimal clothing and I'm knowledgable about what makes a women's body look smoking. And shouldn't the woman photographing you love this for you as much as she loves it for herself? And as you look through these photos of me in this letter to you, wouldn't one call them Boudoir!?

I say no... and the main reason why? There's a strong, strong need for me to create these pieces other than to just undress. These images hold emotion, a story, a point. There ALWAYS has to be a point to what we're doing, in life, and in photos. 

I play in to gifting this experience solely for your "man" often, and what he might like, but on the inside, I'm really SCREAMING- Do this for yourself too! Think about yourself! SEE what he sees and don't be afraid to treat yourself, just one day, to an experience that's designed to give you light and confidence back, even if HE, or SHE, or THEY, or the WORLD doesn't get it! Even if your idea of sexy, hot, beautiful, empowering is different than what they like! Don't just do this for them. You're worth this. Stop thinking of your body as a gift to the world and think of it as your own gift to yourself, to appreciate and take care of. Celebrate that. Because at the end of the day, who lives in that body? 

I guess after screaming that in my head for years, I'm finally saying it outloud and I hope you understand where I'm coming from. 

I got my start by being a Self Portrait Artist. That means people started to recognize me and my photography skills based on how I was shooting myself. At that time, I did some of my best work, still to date. I photographed myself in minimal clothing before I even considered boudoir because I didn't think of it as being sexy, I saw it as an artistic outlet, being a character, and telling a story. If no clothes would better get the point across, that's what I would do. A lot of the time I truly feel like clothes and what they portray can get in the way of the rawness I like to capture. It honestly never, ever crossed my mind though that I was being sexy, and if it did, I got uncomfortable, because sexy is probably the LAST word I would use to describe myself

Pretty odd for someone who specializes in beauty, right? I talk the talk, and I pretend to walk the walk, but in all reality, every day, under my clothes, I own NO matching bra and underwear sets and a vast array of my underwear are comparable to granny panties due to the fact that one year we left to go on a vacation that was so long I found out I didn't have enough underwear for the trip and stopped and bought the cheapest pack of underwear I could find to get me by... 

PartLas Vegas Sluts Boudoir Photographer AJBC Photography Port Huron Michigan
Las Vegas Sluts Boudoir Photographer Port Huron Michigan AJBC Photographer

...because at the end of the day, it's just underwear, and I'm still me, and after I take them off and stare back at myself in the mirror analyzing my body, just as I was born, I am a clean slate, with nothing and no judgement, I realize it's not about my underwear, or bra, or my boobs hanging out. It's about this skin, this soul, this personality. It's about how I feel about myself, how I hope others feel about me, and if my underwear is the last thing I will be judged upon when I die, at least they can say, "She lived life so fully she didn't even have enough clean underwear to get her through the days of her adventures." THAT'S what my underwear says about me. And THAT's what makes me sexy. 

So to society and what they think of us women- fuck YOUR BEAUTY standards and go back to you and YOUR BEAUTY, because at the end of the day, when you strip it all down, that's all you have left. 

To you, if that means lace, pearls, thongs, and whips make you feel amazing, then please, trust me to tell that story in a way that will blow your mind, I embrace your inner wild child, but at the same time, don't be ashamed if your sexy side only incorporates a pair of baggy pink undies, turquoise socks, and a $20 Vegas Sluts shirt because, I'm here to embrace all of that and everything in between, and you should too. Not for him, not for them, not for everyone watching, but for you. 

...Appearance forgives nothing. It can not excuse you from being who you are and if who you are has not come far enough to know that then go stand in line with monotony. We will still be here." -Shane Koyczan

Port Huron Boudoir Photographer Woman Empowerment and Health AJBC Photography

AJBC Photography Port Huron, Michigan Beauty and Boudoir Photographer. The Revolution. 



Coconut Oil Uses For Women

AJBCPhotography natural coconut oil uses tips

1. Face & body lotion

Getting ready for a shoot? Use coconut oil as a natural moisturizer. It softens and gives the skin a nice glow.

2. Leave in hair conditioner

 Coconut oil will add a quick shine, which will look great in photographs!

3. Shaving cream

Coconut oil gives a gentle and smooth glide for the razor, leaving you with extra soft skin and saving you from nicks and scars.

4. Deodorant

Instead of leaving a white stain on your outfit, use coconut oil as a natural replacement!

5. Eye make-up remover

 After the shoot...Instead of using chemicals to remove your make-up all you need is a cotton swab with a dab of coconut oil.

These are just 5 quick uses for before and after a shoot, but coconut oil almost seems endless with uses! You can use it as sunscreen / sunburn remedy, chap stick, massage oil, insect repellent, wound salve, anti-aging skin care plus it is awesome for your digestive system!



the things we hate about ourselves

(I dedicate this to all the beautiful women I get to work with every day, that trust me, that break out of the comfort level with me, that start out every conversation about what they don't like about themselves... This one's for you)

  With this story I hope to show you just how stupid you sound to everybody else.
I mean that in the most heartfelt, uplifting way possible. Honest.

Every woman has something about herself that she hates, or at least dislikes. If you say you don't, you have either hit a delusional state or you really are just that damn happy. Good for you, I guess. But for the rest of us who haven't been lucky enough for our body to push out such levels of serotonin, we can openly admit we have a few things about ourselves we're not that pumped about, big or small. 

Our big butts. Our thunder thighs. Our wrinkles. Our stretch marks. Our floppy arms. Our acne. Our unmanageable hair. That one freckle in the wrong spot. The way we look from the side. You get the point.

For me, it was, no.... we're being honest here.... IS... my thighs. I will admit here I am not 100% happy with them, but at least I could care a whole lot less than what I did.

Ya know, maybe one day I'll work up the ambition to firm them up, find a miracle cream that makes them not what they are. But for now... the reality is, I have my grandma's and my mom's genes, and we are rocking legs that never seem to look toned. As my mom would say, "Sorry you were blessed with bad skin tone." Have any of us really done A LOT about it? No. So... I guess I should shut up, but... just continue to listen to me complain for a second.

When I was in high school I really, really hated the look of my thighs. I didn't want anyone else looking at them either. So, in the dead heat of the summer, before capris were cool and all they offered were booty shorts, I would wear pants. Long, thick, jeans in 90 degree weather. I specifically remember going to Cedar Point, standing in HOT lines, and wearing pants, wanting to die. It was that day, after looking around at EVERYONE ELSE with their bodies all shapes and sizes hanging out, that I decided NO MORE. Get over it. Put on so damn shorts... at least in the blazing sun.

It was last year. It was the first year since probably 10th grade that I bought and was happy to wear a pair of shorts that were not half way down to my knee. I'm 28. That's ridiculous.

Anyone interested in seeing my hideous, embarrassing, saggy, untoned, white legs?

AJBC Photography jean shorts summer confidence women

I am an idiot.

Hey- Disclaimer-In no way am I doing this to "show off" my body. And for those of you wondering about my body type history- I have always been skinny, naturally, to the point where people have told me that I am "unhealthy". Thanks? That makes me feel awesome. But I have no choice in this. I can down 2 beers, a 16 oz. ribeye, 2 sides, and deep fried oreos with icecream in 1 sitting. How do I know this? Bc it's been done.  I understand by me doing this there are people out there that will think I'm doing this for attention because of my size. I'm not.

And I guess that's my whole point.

Looking at myself now, in these shorts, I realize how STUPID I must have sounded for all these years. Did it really take me until I was 27 to realize I was crazy, I had nothing to hide, I had nothing to be ashamed of, that I was focusing on an idea of perfect in my head while I almost died of heat exhaustion? That my "ugly" legs were really not that bad???

If you think I sound stupid..... how do you think YOU sound?

And NO NO NO. You CAN NOT go, "yeah but..., but ME... see I.." But what? The idea you have of yourself, in your head, is the SAME idea and feeling I had inside MY HEAD. It is both of our "truths." How are you so sure your "truth" about your body and your image and you as a whole is not totally and completely stupid, untrue, and just your mind telling you lies, just like me???

Try to think just for one second that all the positive that people tell you really is true! Try to imagine that your fears, and your negative beliefs about yourself, and your inner skeptic has no real soul or purpose other than to make you think less of yourself and that those thoughts can so easily get warped and twisted in to a reality only you are aware of.

Looking back now, and all the times my mom had yelled at me to just put on a pair of shorts, I can't believe I spent about 12 years of my life thinking I should cover myself up more than the next girl. And let's be honest, I'm sure my body looked a lot better 12 years ago. ha!

You need to get over it, whatever IT is. GET OVER IT. Be happy. Realize we all have something we are dealing with. AND. I don't know if you haven't noticed, but about half the people you come across in any given day will not be focusing on the things we dwell on. You know what they will dwell on? I'm not even saying this to be cheesy- your smile (bc NO ONE smiles at people they don't know any more!) your friendly hello (bc, also, finding friendly people in the world is a challenge) and the way you walk in to a room, confidentially, and work it (bc there's nothing more pathetic than that girl who is constantly seeking attention to fulfill her ego.)

Own it. Work it. Be proud of it. And for the love of god, put on some damn shorts!!