I've had this competition on my facebook page... and it ends on April 30th.
Basically women had to write in and say why they should be the person to win a private boudoir shoot with me, valued at $700.00
It is all spread out like crazy and you really have to scroll down to read the entries. So now that it is getting close to the end of the competition... I have decided to post them on my blog here so that you can read them all in one fell swoop... and then go over to my facebook page... find the name of the girl you would like to vote for... and vote by 'liking'.
my facebook page link is http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/For-them-or-for-you/75307627461
Get over there and vote for the girl you think deserves it most! Warning... the competition is fierce!!
Jasmine Van Brunt
I have two amazingly beautiful boys, a small network of extremely supportive family and friends, so why did I feel completely lost and alone? I suppose I felt as if I was losing everything that made me a woman. When all was said and done, I was left with scars crisscrossing my abdomen, a seriously infuriating case of surgically induced menopause, and twenty or so years worth of hormone prescriptions. In the mean time, the cancer has spread to my abdominal wall and bladder.
But, I assure you this is not a sob story! I will never again have to buy a box of tampons! Everyday, I get to wake up! Everyday, I get to enjoy my wonderfully entertaining boys. I have discovered that the inherent simplicity in all things is devastatingly beautiful.
While I am not afraid of what is to come, there are still times when my heart and body aches for the woman I used to be. I want to be able to look at myself and revel in the woman I have become, not mourn what was lost. I do not know if Isis’ contest would help, but then I remember her art. The women in her photographs are strikingly beautiful in their strength and seemingly at peace within their own skin. That is all I could hope for.
These past few years have definitely been trying at times. With paying for a wedding and college tuition, money for air fare is hard to come by and we usually only have weekend visits every few months. These visits never seem long enough and sometimes feel years apart. Saying good-bye again is always hard, but as we get closer to our wedding, it’s starting to get easier. We are in the final stretch before the wedding in July, and I have succeeded in putting my exercise routine into high gear! My fiancé has always loved my figure and told me so, but when I finally walk down the aisle towards him, I want to completely blow him away. Even though I embrace my curves, my pending nuptials have amped up my determination to finally get in shape.
After living apart for so long, I want the opportunity to do something really special for my fiancé before our wedding. A boudoir session would be something “for him” and “for me”. I would have the opportunity to reward my hard work and celebrate my body, while at the same time create something really unique and special for my fiancé. I have perused through Iris’s amazing photo galleries numerous times, and having the opportunity to create my own would be a dream come true!
Jessica Nadeau Baldwin
I try to be as beautiful as possible on the inside. I hardly ever do for myself. Always others come first. Christ, I walk around with holes in my socks, because I think of my family and their needs before my own.
Its actually very awkward for me to be writing this right now. I don't have a sob story or anything like that. I'm just a very self conscious woman,like a lot of women are. Society makes us that way unfortunately. I'm actually glad that I didn't have any girls, because it would be so hard to deal with society constantly pushing them down. I'm sure it happens with boys too, but girls a very different. Very impressionable.
I was when I was younger. I never really knew who I was, until just a few years ago. I had to move around a lot when I was younger and finally when we settled I was going into high school. Everyone already has their friends in high school. My school was very clicky. (I'm sure all of them are) But I never really formed any relationships except for a couple select few. I had my first son at 20 and was married to my best friend at 21.
Just kind of going through the motions for years. I battled depression for a while, and lost a baby. I am an Army wife. My husband tells me I'm in the Army too. Haha. Although I do feel that I have found myself, I also still am very critical of myself. Ive battled with my weight for years. Ever since having my first son really. I'm the queen of weight watchers. You'd think I'd be rail thin. haha..
Basically it all comes down to wanting to see what my husband says he sees. He loves me so much and we have been through a lot over the years. If I won, I'd probably be very uncomfortable doing the shoot, but I would get through it to see the end result.
You're a fantastic photographer and these women in your pictures are all beautiful!
Thanks for the opportunity,
Putting it simply, if i get the opportunity to shoot with Isis, it's about ME. It's a chance to be a little selfish and take some time for myself. A chance to maybe see through the eyes of other people via the camera lens. I know there is a pretty good and decent person inside that is not always so visible on the outside. It would be a breath of fresh air to actually see that person for myself.
Even writing this makes me feel weird because I'm not the type of person who likes to focus on themselves. I feel narcissistic. But, then again, maybe a small dose of that would be good every now and then.
Sandra Edgecomb McCormick
Recently I looked in the mirror and was surprised at who was looking back at me. On the inside my thoughts and feeling are the same as when I was young. I... still expect to see that same reflection in the mirror but sadly the young me is not there. I am not old. I am not young. I am 45. The satchel Paige quote is one of my favorites. I don't think if given the choice I would assign an age to myself. That being said my body doesn't know this. My body continues changing and aging. I miss my girlish perky breast. My flat smooth skinned before children stomach. I miss my youthful glow. I miss my youthful optimistic outlook on the world. I want to grow old gracefully. I want to embrace this older body but It is not easy.My body is changing but my mind is not. I know what my body was and what it is now not. The thought of a pin up photo shoot is exciting! Just maybe this changing body could be seen in a different light.
But when I look in the mirror…I don’t see any of that. I see imperfections. I see fat. I see, well, probably what any woman sees. And that’s the problem. Just like so many others, I can’t help but compare myself to the airbrushed supermodels we are bombarded with. I can’t see what my husband sees. I can’t see the woman he adores, that he lusts after. And because I’m so bothered by the woman in the mirror, I find it sometimes impossible to accept how he feels about me. The implications are dizzying and painful.
I want to see what he sees. I want to see myself through the lens, to stand apart from myself and see myself freed of my own endless self-criticisms. I want to be able to look my husband in the eye and know once and for all that my man’s endless complements are true. I need to see all that is right with me, rather than what is wrong. And, most importantly, I want to show him that I’m ready to start seeing myself in a new light.
The sundae is still delicious without the cherry on top, but the truth is I want that damn cherry so bad it hurts.
Jan Lauren Greenfield
Phew! Glad I'm not making the decision!! Go ahead and vote!!