I Am Loud. I Laugh A Lot. And I Am Done Apologising for It. |Singapore Boudoir Photography Studio

There is something revolutionary about a woman refusing to make herself small anymore.

Not just physically. But emotionally. Spiritually. Vocally. Energetically. And in a society like Singapore, where “don’t draw attention,” “stay modest,” and “what will people say” still echo across generations. That refusal is a radical act of self-love.

When I first met her, she walked into the studio carrying sunshine and spice in equal measure. Her signature cackle? Absolutely unforgettable. Even before the lashes were on, she was making all of us laugh with the kind of sharp, unexpected jokes that made everyone feel at ease. Within minutes, it felt like we were old friends.

But here’s the thing I’ve learned over the years. The people who are full of laughter? The ones who crack jokes like second nature? They are often the ones who have carried the heaviest weights. They learned life the hard way. And now, they’ve chosen joy not because things were easy, but because they refuse to stay in the dark.

That was her.

During the shoot, we paused often not because of lighting, but because she would share a piece of her story. Honest, raw reflections about the voice inside that constantly tore her down. The battles she fought to feel worthy in a world that tells women, especially here in Singapore, to stay within the lines. To be thinner. Softer. Quieter.

But that day, something changed.

In the stillness of the lens. In the softness of fabric on skin. In the mirror that did not judge but simply reflected.

She found ease. She noticed she wasn’t overthinking. She wasn’t shrinking. She wasn’t trying to morph herself into a more “acceptable” version. Her body her true, complete, stretch-marked, scarred, and radiant body was there. It was enough. And finally, it was allowed to just be.

“That my body is also acceptable, even if it isn’t a size 0.”

You could feel the energy change. Not in a dramatic, Hollywood kind of way. But in the quiet way women in Singapore know well, when something clicks deep inside and doesn’t need to be said out loud to be true.

Yes, the old stories surfaced. The childhood comments at family gatherings. The aunties’ “well-meaning” remarks about weight. The invisible rulebook of how a woman “should look.” But instead of obeying those voices, she began to rewrite them.

“I am unapologetically me always. Regardless of all the voices that say otherwise.”

This is not a fairy tale ending. There was no magic wand. What happened was real. Messy. Courageous. This boudoir experience became a turning point. A mirror, not just for the body but for the truth.

And here’s what I saw: a woman who now walks differently. Who hears compliments and lets them land. Who looks at her stretch marks not with shame, but recognition. She lived. She overcame. She thrives.

“Love yourself first. Prioritise yourself first. It is perfectly alright to be selfish.”

Even her relationship with sensuality shifted. Singapore can be conservative when it comes to bodies. So many of us grew up being warned to behave, not to “attract attention.” But she reclaimed it. She gave herself permission to feel good in her body, for her. Not for a partner. Not for a photo. But because it was hers.

“Beauty is also a bigger body like mine.”

She walked in carrying joy. She left carrying freedom.

And to the woman reading this, who has always felt a little too loud, too soft, too much or never enough...listen to her words.

“DO IT. EMBRACE YOURSELF.”

Because what if the mirror could love you back? What if the photos could tell a truer story?What if you are already enough and this is your invitation to believe it?

You won’t know until you try.

And when you do,

I am here. Ready to witness your becoming through your boudoir photography session.

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