I have always been a creative person. I have always loved to create art, illustrations, zines, and comics for myself. I find the world fascinating and beautiful but also broken. I love exploring my subconscious through the lives of my characters and the world around them.
I always struggled with comparing myself to others, especially regarding the idea of “perfection.” It seemed so far out of reach that I felt my life was going nowhere. I lived by fear and the inability to move forward, to truly connect with myself and others.
I thought if I hurt myself first, no one else would have the chance. That it was easier to disappoint yourself than be disappointed by others.
But what if it wasn’t about being perfect? What if it was about learning to love yourself exactly as you are? What if there was no such thing as perfection?
What if we just got lost and found ourselves on our way to finding ourselves again?