Today was my birthday photoshoot, and honestly, it felt like stepping into my own spotlight for a moment. Everything was set up just the way I imagined—balloons, soft colors, and that warm glow that makes everything look a little dreamier than real life.
As soon as I got in front of the camera, I felt this mix of excitement and calm. I wasn’t overthinking my angles or worrying about looking perfect. Instead, I leaned into the feeling of celebrating myself. A new age, a new chapter, a new version of me learning to appreciate the small joys.
The poses came naturally—some playful, some soft, some confidently bold. I could almost feel the year behind me settling into place as I clicked through each pose, and the year ahead opening up with possibility.
It wasn’t just about taking pretty pictures.
It was about capturing a moment of growth, gratitude, and joy—something I can look back on and remember: I was here. I celebrated myself. I felt good in my skin.
A birthday spent freezing a little bit of happiness in time.