" Tonight I constantly kicked myself for not being able to self motivate. On a rare occasion if i get super angry I'll draw a picture of myself with all flaws contained. This is one of those kinds of drawings, but this actually made me smile more than brood when I finished it.
It's not just because I drew me in a dress beckoning passerbys to taste the joys of a baked item, but the fact that I drew myself the way I really am. I never thought of myself as a handsome pimpleless piece of ass, and I've been more used to people calling me ugly than beautiful. In fact, I HATED it when people would nonchalantly hit on me or call me good looking because of what I had to deal with in the past. Force of habit I suppose.
Believe me, I would have never been able to draw myself like this years ago, as I never had the confidence or pride. Now that I'm aware of my physical flawfulness, I can look back, laugh and live with it.
As for the dress? Uh, it was inspired by an odd comment my boyfriend made about wanting to