06/05/2026
4/100 The last time I drew myself I was in 6th grade.
I remember hating it! Not smiling due to braces and all. 🤪
I’m 41 now and I’m doing it again. And this time I know exactly who I’m drawing — and I also have no idea. Because she keeps evolving. She keeps surprising me. She’s still mid-sentence.
So I’m going to let this painting tell the truth.
Every element I add is going to mean something. The colors I choose. What I include. What I leave out. This isn’t just composition — it’s confession.
There are things I’m finally ready to put down. Versions of myself I’ve been carrying that don’t belong in this portrait. And there are parts of me that are so new I’m still learning their names.
This is the healing chapter. The shedding. The I survived that and here’s what’s left chapter.
41 pages into this life and I’m just now learning how to illustrate it honestly.
Follow this journey with me. I’ll tell you the story behind every brushstroke. 🖤🎨