“After leaving a sexually abusive relationship, I threw myself into counseling and healing. No matter how I grew or what I did or accomplished, I was trapped sexually. I had learned over the course of 10 years that I was unwanted, undesirable, and unworthy of love or sexual intimacy. My confidence smashed over repetitions of awful abuse; I believed I was destroyed in this area for life.
A year after my freedom, I remained unchanged. I had grown scared of my own sexuality and what it might mean someday. I was referred to ShaRelle by a very dear friend and I wrestled with having pictures of this magnitude taken. That boudoir was for showing significant others or giving to your groom on the wedding day, but I kept coming back to it and to her. I wondered if this would encourage something that lay dormant inside me to blossom again.
I had spent months studying the identity God gave me and I longed to feel that in myself. When I came to ShaRelle, I prayed for this to be healing and for God to stamp his given identity on my heart so that I should never again forget it and that I would feel it deep inside my bones.
Sitting in the chair, ShaRelle did my hair and makeup. When I saw it, I was amazed to find I was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. As she took my pictures, posed me in precarious positions, and encouraged me to wear less than nothing I was never uncomfortable or conscious of my flaws. My mind was free and I felt confident in what I was doing. As the morning progressed and I gained confidence. When I changed outfits or put on my 4 inch stilettos, I walked taller and even admired myself in the mirror before going into the studio to continue shooting.
When I saw my pictures for the first time, I had low expectations but I was taken aback at how I saw myself. ShaRelle presented my slide show and I was shocked to find the pictures were of me. Not of a model, not of a porn star, not of a sex object, not of anyone else...but of me. I was glorious. I was desirable. I was sexy. I was sensual. I was myself. I wouldn’t have been able to guess, but I actually had a difficult time choosing pictures. I loved the way I looked and even more the way I felt.
I had healed more in the three hours I spent with ShaRelle than the year prior. Not to discount my growth or studies, but watching myself act out the confidence I wished to have exploded when I saw it on the big screen. I left the photoshoot feeling no blemish of my past; but instead feeling like a whole woman should, perfectly desirable and perfectly sexy - the daughter of a King.”