Let’s be clear: this isn’t about filters or fake confidence. This is about getting in front of the camera, flipping your inner critic the bird, and finally—finally—feeling seen.
You don’t need to change a damn thing. You just need to show up.
Welcome to House of Divulged:
where we turn “maybe someday” into “hell yes” on the daily.
Your body isn’t a before pic. Your confidence isn’t on layaway. And your worth? Not up for debate.
Welcome to boudoir that feels like a breakthrough.
hey DAREDEVIL!
Meet Your Photographer
(aka Chaos Wrangler + Hype Dealer)
I’m Tara—your favorite feisty, f-bomb dropping photographer based in the middle of conservative-ass Missouri, turning farmhouse fences into freedom gates.
Yeah, yeah, Oak Grove isn’t exactly known for being spicy—but even farmer's wives need a space to fly their freak flag.
I help women shut down their inner mean girl and remember what it feels like to feel present, powerful, and hotter than a fresh cup of tea in small-town gossip.
This isn’t just about getting spicy pics (though we’ll do that too). It’s about pulling you out of autopilot and shaking your soul awake. We’ll laugh, cry, dance like weirdos, and by the end? Your body and your mind will finally be on the same damn team.
Let’s finally end the war with your body!
XO Tara
wtf even is boudoir?!
Boudoir isn’t just lingerie and sultry looks.
It’s nervous laughter melting into wild confidence.
It’s the goosebumps you get when you realize—oh damn… that’s me.
It’s a pep talk. A protest. A permission slip.
It’s reclaiming your body and turning the volume up on your hell yes.
This is therapy... if your therapist hyped you up while handing you lashes and a glass of bubbly.
You don’t need to feel sexy. You don’t need to lose weight. You don’t need to be “photogenic.”
You just need to be done waiting to feel alive again. I’ve got you.
