Nurses Are Societies Real Heroes – Saraotga Springs | Albany | Troy | New York – Boudoir

Ok well let’s start off with the obvious, this cornonavirus  hype and the strain it is putting on our healthcare workers…..

Please be cautious as during any cold/flu season but a simple cough is not a reason to overwhelm already overwhelmed emergency room staffs.

Also needless to say, I am a 1 woman business and a mother who cannot afford to get sick so please, if you are genuinely sick please let me know and I will work with you as best I can on the rescheduling.

Now, I think it is fair to say that nearly 50% of our clients at Self Love Experiences come from the nursing profession!  This makes sense given nurses rarely get to get dressed up during the days or explore their sexuality and femininity when they are in full body scrubs all the time for work.  We lovvvvvvvvve our nurse clients!  They are unashamed with a deep understanding of the human body and its capabilities and there is a compassion and vulnerability in those that work with the most vulnerable of people that just radiates a warmth when we work with them.

I know there is a Nurses Day, but when we are in a climate, both social and environmental, like the one this COVID-19 has put our Nation in,  these nurses are pushed even further in the work they do to provide saftey and healthcare.  Can we just take some time today to be sure to say an extra thank you to anyone you might know who is a doctor or nurse?

Now take some time to read below what this #LRPBoudieBeauty and #NurseHero has to say about her own New York City Self Love Experience!

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“We live in a world where we are taught to fear death and dying; but, we also become so focused on what we feel our lives should be like, that we forget how to actually live. On April 16, 2019 I was almost killed. I was strangled while taking care of a mental health patient at my job as a nurse. Up until that day, I worried and constantly felt I was chasing an unattainable goal of what a perfect life would be like. I thought I needed to be prettier, have whiter teeth, have longer eyelashes, be more athletic, have finished my masters- these were all thoughts I would continually battle to feel worthy.

Worth. If you asked me 3 years ago what worth meant to me, I would probably think about my dating life, my career and my bank account. Then April 16th happened. All of the things that I filled my life with- including working out and being an emergency room nurse were taken in less than a minute. After the assault, my inner ear was ruptured and surgery took me out of both the career I loved and the gym, which had become a second home. I didn’t know who I was, and I had no idea where to begin to try to figure it out.

I decided to take a step back. I began to examine my life as a child learning to look in the mirror and see all the things I didn’t like. I realized I looked for worth through men because my father left and subconsciously I was hoping I was worth a man choosing to stay. I was diagnosed with epilepsy and realized I feared the loss of control because my childhood was filled with uncontrolled seizures that came without much warning. So, I not only studied my past but I examined my present self. I was miserable. I was home alone all the time because I couldn’t drive (severe vertigo because of the ruptured inner ear). I got to a point that I questioned why I would want to live in a world that I felt did nothing, but take from me. I searched for happiness. I read books. I wrote and painted. I tried distraction, but all I felt was defeated.

My hairdresser says the girl who changes her hair is about to change her life- well I was about due for a haircut. I emailed Lindsay and asked her about the self-love experience. I had seen the images of her art through friends and all I wanted was to feel the way these women looked- sexy, confident and fierce. So we chose the date and I knew to be able to change how I felt about myself, I needed to see myself through a different lens. My lens was full of the scars I saw when looking in the mirror.

On October 5th, I met Lindsay in Hotel On Rivington in New York City and had an experience I hope every woman can have in their lifetime. Makeup, hair, wardrobe choices and finally to pictures! I remember the moment she asked if I was ok with doing outdoor photos, and with every picture and pose I began to realize how much I loved who I was while in those moments. I never would have imagined three years ago having the confidence to walk through New York City half dressed, let alone be photographed. I immediately went from a girl that measured worth by love from others to someone who didn’t need love from others, because she finally loved herself. I felt beautiful. I felt strong. I felt fearless. And I felt empowered.

Many people don’t think one day can change you entirely, but it doesn’t take a day-it takes a minute. One minute longer on April 16th could result in me not writing this story. While I always knew life is short and to live it to the fullest- I never understood it until that day. And it wasn’t until October 5 that I actually started to live it. Ariana Dancu wrote “She made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible. She walked with the Universe on her shoulders and made it look like a pair of wings”. What once were my scars that I felt made me unworthy, are now my wings that are beautiful and will continue to grow and guide me on my journey through life. This year and experience has taught me to live every moment like it’s your last and never become comfortable with feeling like anything less than beautiful and loved, because your life is a story and even if you don’t see many pages left in the book, staple some blank paper in because your story isn’t finished yet.” – Ms. F

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