🦋 Let’s talk about scars, ladies… In my colourful career as a boudoir photographer, I’ve photographed hundreds of women—often partially or fully nude—and one thing keeps coming up: how we feel about our scars. Some women want to hide them. Some want to show them off, defiantly. Most of us? We’re somewhere in the middle. Torn. Tender. Unsure. Right? Today, I’m lying by the pool in Spain, basking under the sun on my 50-something skin, flipping through a crime novel. I catch sight of a faint silver scar on my arm—and just like that, I’m not in Spain anymore. I’m back in a hospital bed in 2021. It was the first time I’d ever been really ill. A sudden infection in my ovary and fallopian tube. Painful. Frightening. I was vulnerable, angry, high on morphine, unsure what was happening. That little scar on my arm? That’s where they put in a PICC line so I could leave the hospital but return daily for IV antibiotics. It hurt like hell. But it also helped save my life. And now, years later, when I see it? I still feel a wobble. A flash of fear. But mostly—relief. Gratitude. I’m still here. Still me. It made me reflect, so let me ask you… 💭 How do YOU feel about your scars? Do they bring up pain, or pride? Do they tell stories you’d rather forget—or ones you never want to lose? Scars are like time stamps. They say: “I was here. I lived this. I got through.” Sometimes they mark trauma. Sometimes joy. Sometimes surgeries. Sometimes survival. In my studio at FYEO PORTRAITS, some clients ask to have their scars edited out. And of course, I honour that. It’s your choice, always. But I also light every photo artistically with care. Not to erase, but to embrace. Because I never see women as body parts. We are whole. Brave. Soft. Powerful. Beautiful. Our scars don’t define us. But they do say something. And we get to choose what they say. So I’d love to know… ✨ Do you have a scar? ✨ What story does it hold? ✨ If I photographed you—would you want it hidden… or honoured? Let me know. 👇💬 Alexandra Xx

🦋 Let’s talk about scars, ladies…

In my colourful career as a boudoir photographer, I’ve photographed hundreds of women—often partially or fully nude—and one thing keeps coming up: how we feel about our scars.

Some women want to hide them.
Some want to show them off, defiantly.

Most of us? We’re somewhere in the middle. Torn. Tender. Unsure. Right?

Today, I’m lying by the pool in Spain, basking under the sun on my 50-something skin, flipping through a crime novel. I catch sight of a faint silver scar on my arm—and just like that, I’m not in Spain anymore. I’m back in a hospital bed in 2021.

It was the first time I’d ever been really ill. A sudden infection in my ovary and fallopian tube. Painful. Frightening. I was vulnerable, angry, high on morphine, unsure what was happening. That little scar on my arm? That’s where they put in a PICC line so I could leave the hospital but return daily for IV antibiotics. It hurt like hell. But it also helped save my life.

And now, years later, when I see it? I still feel a wobble. A flash of fear. But mostly—relief. Gratitude. I’m still here. Still me.

It made me reflect, so let me ask you…
💭 How do YOU feel about your scars?

Do they bring up pain, or pride?
Do they tell stories you’d rather forget—or ones you never want to lose?

Scars are like time stamps. They say: “I was here. I lived this. I got through.”

Sometimes they mark trauma.
Sometimes joy.
Sometimes surgeries. Sometimes survival.

In my studio at FYEO PORTRAITS, some clients ask to have their scars edited out. And of course, I honour that. It’s your choice, always. But I also light every photo artistically with care. Not to erase, but to embrace.

Because I never see women as body parts.

We are whole.
Brave. Soft. Powerful. Beautiful.

Our scars don’t define us.
But they do say something.
And we get to choose what they say.

So I’d love to know…

✨ Do you have a scar?
✨ What story does it hold?
✨ If I photographed you—would you want it hidden… or honoured?

Let me know. 👇💬
Alexandra
Xx