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Another simple art, but more personal. Imperfect yet personal, raw even. Instead of slender women I usually draw, I draw me. Real me, after being so uncomfortable with my looks and my body because of stigma and judgement of my fat-phobic dad, who he ironically is fat himself, yet he always judged me and forced me to be slim because of "health", even though it's not the case because it doesn't even work. Like, my dad is a hypocrite and an jerk who always play the victim with so many excuses. Like, enough is enough. So yes, My Body - My Choice. I don't care if he's my family, real family come from unconditional love and acceptance, not fear and judgement, and I get to choose, not through blood relativity, but through acceptance, friendship and love. So I choose love over fear. So, I love me, I love myself.
But, anyway, it all started nearly two months ago when I broke my ankle. I slipped on wet leaves while walking down from a hill from college. So, mom and grandpa picked me up and rushed to the clinic so I could get a cast on my broken ankle. Thankfully, this trauma is common and should heal well, without surgery, but it took weeks to heal. And I even had to walk with crutches just to simply go to the bathroom. Now it's nearly two months and it still slowly healing because of the cold and wet weather, even thought it's not painful anymore.
Honestly, my mental health hit rock bottom. Internet was painfully slow for weeks. So tired of waiting. Haven't gone to college because of my broken ankle and haven't taken a shower for so long because of the cast, so I couldn't have it wet. Honesty, I felt so disgusted on myself, basically living like it was from the Middle Age. Also, my hair was in such a matted mess that it was mostly unsavable. So, last night, my mom had to cut my hair short into a bob. But at least my mom said I looked good in a bob hair. Honestly, I felt so free, if not spiritually changed.
So, goodbye, long hair. Hello, bob hair.
So, yeah, that's my update right now. I'll update more about my ankle.

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Music:
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Album: www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVb8_F…

Description
Another simple art, but more personal. Imperfect yet personal, raw even. Instead of slender women I usually draw, I draw me. Real me, after being so uncomfortable with my looks and my body because of stigma and judgement of my fat-phobic dad, who he ironically is fat himself, yet he always judged me and forced me to be slim because of "health", even though it's not the case because it doesn't even work. Like, my dad is a hypocrite and an jerk who always play the victim with so many excuses. Like, enough is enough. So yes, My Body - My Choice. I don't care if he's my family, real family come from unconditional love and acceptance, not fear and judgement, and I get to choose, not through blood relativity, but through acceptance, friendship and love. So I choose love over fear. So, I love me, I love myself.
But, anyway, it all started nearly two months ago when I broke my ankle. I slipped on wet leaves while walking down from a hill from college. So, mom and grandpa picked me up and rushed to the clinic so I could get a cast on my broken ankle. Thankfully, this trauma is common and should heal well, without surgery, but it took weeks to heal. And I even had to walk with crutches just to simply go to the bathroom. Now it's nearly two months and it still slowly healing because of the cold and wet weather, even thought it's not painful anymore.
Honestly, my mental health hit rock bottom. Internet was painfully slow for weeks. So tired of waiting. Haven't gone to college because of my broken ankle and haven't taken a shower for so long because of the cast, so I couldn't have it wet. Honesty, I felt so disgusted on myself, basically living like it was from the Middle Age. Also, my hair was in such a matted mess that it was mostly unsavable. So, last night, my mom had to cut my hair short into a bob. But at least my mom said I looked good in a bob hair. Honestly, I felt so free, if not spiritually changed.
So, goodbye, long hair. Hello, bob hair.
So, yeah, that's my update right now. I'll update more about my ankle.

Made with DeviantArt muro
Drew with a muse
Bg: www.deviantart.com/beathyra/ar…
Music:
Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rvw-23…
Album: www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVb8_F…