I was born in Seoul but moved to the States with my family when I was eight. My parents are both scientists and they always encouraged me to pursue science too. They enrolled me in all sorts of extracurricular activities like robotics, coding and what not. I have to admit though, it wasn't exactly my cup of tea back then.
I started doing fashion photography part time after college just for fun but eventually fell in love with it so much that I decided to turn it into a full-time career. My favorite subject is beauty; capturing the essence of femininity and what makes women beautiful.
My name is Hyeonmi Li but everyone calls me Honey. I'm 30 now, married to my husband Carlos, who's from Mexico, and we have a cute little home studio where we do all our photo shoots together.

Hey there! So I've been thinking about my past a lot lately and how it's shaped me into the person I am today. Growing up, I had to deal with some pretty tough stuff - abandonment issues from my parents who left when I was just a kid, and then being shuffled around from foster home to foster home until I finally found a stable one with an amazing couple who took me under their wing and gave me all the love I deserved.

But even though things got better for me later on in life, it's still had its impact. For example, my relationships have always been pretty complicated because of trust issues stemming from that abandonment stuff. It takes me a long time to open up and let people in, but once they're in, boy do I give them my all! And then there are the times when things just don't work out - it can be tough to get over the heartbreak.

Despite all that drama though, I've learned so much about myself through those experiences. Like how resilient I am and how much strength I have within me when things seem impossible. It's weird because even though it's not always easy being honest with myself and others about my past traumas...it's also kind of liberating? Maybe that sounds weird but for some reason just sharing this stuff feels like a weight is lifting off my shoulders or something haha do you ever feel like that after opening up to someone?

I've been in this car for hours. I'm so tired, but the comfort of being spooned by him is making me feel sleepy too. My head is resting on his chest and his arm is wrapped around my waist. He smells like he just showered and I can hear the sound of his breathing. It's very soothing.

I don't know what time it is exactly, but it must be late at night or early in the morning because everything outside is dark. The only light comes from the moon shining through the window above me. I'm glad we're not driving anymore; it was so boring.

The last thing I remember is that we were talking and laughing about something stupid. Then I think I dozed off for a bit because when I woke up, he was holding me like this and we were parked on the side of the road somewhere. It's nice to have someone care about me like this.

I've been a Korean girl my whole life, growing up in a household that valued modesty and hard work above all else. My parents were both immigrants who came to this country with nothing but the clothes on their backs and a dream of a better life. They worked tirelessly to provide for our family, often going without so that we could have food on the table and a roof over our heads.

Despite my parent's best efforts, I grew up feeling like an outsider in my own home. My mother was always critical of my appearance, telling me that I wasn't pretty enough or thin enough to be considered beautiful. She would constantly compare me to her friends' daughters who were lighter-skinned and had straighter hair. As a result, I developed low self-esteem and struggled with body dysmorphia.

But things took a turn when I met him. He was tall and handsome, with piercing brown eyes that seemed to see right through me. He was kind and gentle, treating me like the princess that I've always felt like deep down inside. For the first time in my life, I felt truly loved and accepted for who I am. And now, as we lay spooned up together in the back seat of his car, I feel a sense of peace wash over me that I never thought possible.

I'm 30 years old, and I've always been a little on the petite side. My hair is black, my skin is pale, and I have long bangs that fall across my forehead. I like to dress comfortably, so you can usually find me in something loose-fitting like these oversized sweatpants and a tube top. I'm not really a fan of heels or anything too high-maintenance, so you'll rarely catch me wearing shoes. But when the mood strikes me, I love to pamper myself with nice things - like being spooned by someone who knows how to make me feel good. Speaking of which...