Meagan O Photography

08/29/2026

An interesting thing started happening when I switched to Soul Portraiture. Turns out, asking women to vulnerably share their story and bravely name what they want to see in themselves, produces photography that’s more than “pretty”. More than sexual, desirable, skinny, curvy, beautiful…more substance.

I couldn’t quite put my finger on why until I started to recognize what was emerging instead. There is a sacred rage and grief held collectively by the feminine experience. A fire that burns hot and bright against the injustice of having to shrink, bend, and diminish. And that rage lives right next to a well of grief. Deep and wide, the pain of recognizing what life “could be”. If only.

If only we didn’t have to worry about our safety. If only we could enjoy our sexuality just for us. If only, it didn’t feel like we have to do life with a feminine tax. If only, our power, whimsy, softness, and strength could be viewed as parts of the whole without slotting us into caricature. If only, we could be free to be both love and rage, both grief and joy, both stuck and striving.

Turns out, we can.

We can turn our gaze inward to where the only judge is our heart, mind, and ego. We can lock eyes with one another and give each other the deep recognition our souls crave. We can come alongside and link arms to walk toward a more expansive way of being. We can shoulder one another when we can’t go any further and we can be the hands that help.

Seeing the honesty in these images reminds me we are not just strong, resilient, and capable. We also sit in a far more powerful seat than we think. You are the only one sovereign over your own life. You are the only one who can decide who gets a seat at your table. And you are the only one who can change that if recalibration is desperately needed.

You are sovereign over your own life and, turns out, we can do whatever the f**k we want.

08/29/2026

🖤Her Soul Portrait in her own words🖤

“A bo***ir shoot is for the male gaze. Soul portraiture is from you own gaze,” Meagan explained. I was thinking about doing another bo***ir shoot with Meagan, when she reached out about her new approach. I had found the bo***ir shoot so cathartic (and fun) four years ago—I felt empowered and celebrated and seen. I really struggled with what my “own gaze” was supposed to capture. I, like many women I know, defined myself in relation to others—as a daughter, a wife, a mother, a lawyer. And my sense of self depended on how good I thought I was fulfilling each of those roles. Sometimes, I would decide my words and actions on whether it would make me likeable or a “good girl.” I’m turning forty this year. (Definitely not a girl, let alone a “good” one, whatever that means.)

Soul portraiture raised a lot of tough questions. For the shoot itself, what did it mean to choose clothing for my own gaze? I know how to dress only in relation to how I want others to perceive me. I can dress for opposing counsel to take me seriously. I can dress for the male gaze (society has been teaching me this my whole life.) What did it mean to dress for my own gaze? I tried to avoid clothes that were too sexy (that male gaze), too feminine (a well-behaved wife and mother), or not feminine enough (just “one of the guys” in the male-dominated legal field). But then, if I was avoiding all of these styles for the sake of not fitting into society’s expectations, wasn’t I still defining myself by them?

These questions spilled over into the rest of my life. Why do I beat myself up for not fitting into society’s expectations? I can dress provocatively without it meaning I’m pandering to the male gaze. I can both dread taking my son to the park and love him very much. I can hate huge parts of my job (billable hours, opposing parties who won’t compromise, clients who don’t pay) and still want to keep doing it. As long as I am okay with the decisions I am making, I don’t need to justify them.

For the photoshoot, this culminated in what I (poorly named) the “sexy Gollum.” (At the time, I hadn’t read The Hobbit yet.) Crouched—kind of like I posed in one of my bo***ir shoots—but instead of a coy expression, I wanted my face to read “f**k around and find out.” I wanted my outfit to be pretty, but I wasn’t squeezing myself into uncomfortable lingerie designed to make my b***s look bigger and my waist smaller. We ended up with this shot—mud on my face, slightly feral, staring directly into the camera. This is how I (would like to) see myself."

08/12/2026

There's a version of you waiting to be seen exactly as she is. Not fixed. Not performed. Witnessed. Soul Portraiture is a 6-8 week experience that's both a reveal and a remembering. This August, I'm offering a $500 gift to those who are ready to say yes. If this is your season, call or text to connect with me and lock in your credit. No pressure to book, a conversation to see the fit. 678-953-2616

08/03/2026

You've shaped everyone else's story, what about yours?✨

You've shaped the lives around you. Kissed the boo boos. Listened through work stress. Made food for health scares. Been patient, kind and open. Held gazes, shared giggles, clapped in celebration, cried in shared despair. You've witnessed life in all of her beautiful, tragic glory. Helping orient an

06/30/2026

06/14/2026

05/14/2026

✨Did you know there's been a shift?✨

For most of my career, I called myself a bo***ir photographer because that was the closest word I had for what I did. But photographer feels like a ceiling on something that was always meant to be bigger than that. I'm not just a photographer. I am a curator and publisher of women's stories.

04/16/2026

What is Soul Portraiture?

02/04/2026

💫My favorite moment of the shoot💫 Robyn is one of the easiest souls to be around. She makes you feel seen while giving you permission to be completely yourself. I’ve known her for a few decades now, and it is always such a delight to have her in front of my lens. There were truly so many magical, hilarious moments, it’s hard to pick one. I did end up completely falling in the water (saved the camera, though!), we laughed until our stomachs hurt, shared w**e over a fire after the session, traded stories and book recommendations as we traipsed around the property. Just two souls creating new, beautiful art honoring her stunning journey. The icing on the cake? The fact that I could not be more in love with what we captured.