I’m Dijana, a sarcastic, loud, unapologetically weird creative who refuses to adult properly. I’m a mom to two absolutely wild girls and a surprisingly entertaining cat (who knew cats were THIS fun?!). I survive on smutty romance novels, wildly inappropriate memes with my friends, and as many stolen naps as I can squeeze between chaos. I have zero chill, an unhealthy amount of sass, and I will hype you up so aggressively you might get uncomfortable (but you’ll also start believing me).
And I have ONE mission: to make you see what I see when you walk through my door.
Because here’s the truth? You’re not broken. You’re not “too much” or “not enough.” You haven’t “let yourself go.” You’re not waiting to earn the right to feel beautiful. You already are. You just forgot. And I’m here to make you remember.
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Why I Do This (And Why It Matters So Damn Much)
This picture? That’s me. From my own boudoir session.
A “regular, frumpy, tired mom” who walked into a studio and walked out transformed—not because my body changed, but because I finally saw myself.
That feeling? That shift from “I guess I’m okay” to “HOLY SHIT, THAT’S ME”? Every woman deserves that.
Not someday. Not after you lose 10 pounds or fix whatever imaginary flaw you’re fixating on. Right now.
I’ve worked with hundreds of women—women with “perfect” bodies who couldn’t see their own beauty. Women who apologized for taking up space. Women who cried when they saw their images because they had no idea they could look like that, feel like that, be that.
This work isn’t just photography. It’s revolution.
It’s watching women walk in terrified and walk out ten feet tall. It’s the moment you stop apologizing for existing and start celebrating it. It’s you, finally seeing yourself the way everyone else already does—powerful, magnetic, absolutely stunning.
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MY
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WHY
Why I Do This
(And Why It Matters So Damn Much)
This picture? That’s me. From my own boudoir session. A “regular, frumpy, tired mom” who walked into a studio and walked out transformed—not because my body changed, but because I finally saw myself.
That feeling? That shift from “I guess I’m okay” to “HOLY SHIT, THAT’S ME”? Every woman deserves that.
Not someday. Not after you lose 10 pounds or fix whatever imaginary flaw you’re fixating on. Right now.
I’ve worked with hundreds of women—women with “perfect” bodies who couldn’t see their own beauty. Women who apologized for taking up space. Women who cried when they saw their images because they had no idea they could look like that, feel like that, be that.
This work isn’t just photography. It’s revolution.
It’s watching women walk in terrified and walk out ten feet tall. It’s the moment you stop apologizing for existing and start celebrating it. It’s you, finally seeing yourself the way everyone else already does—powerful, magnetic, absolutely stunning.
What You Get With Me (Spoiler: A LOT)
I’m bossy. I’m loud. I have zero chill. I will tell you exactly how to move, what to wear, and I will absolutely fix your hair myself if needed. I’ll make awkward jokes to make you laugh when you’re nervous. I’ll yell at you (lovingly) if you talk shit about yourself. And I will hype you up so relentlessly you’ll start to believe it.
Because you can trust me to take care of you.
This isn’t about crazy editing or making you look like someone else. It’s about capturing you—raw, real, radiant—and showing you what’s been there all along.
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YOUR DREAM
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Session
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STARTS HERE
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YOUR DREAM
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Session
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STARTS HERE