IncompetentArtist
I never talked to her. Not really.
But somehow, in the space between glances and graphite, she became the center of my world.
It started with a motorcycle and silence. Four months passed without a single word - just obsession, TikTok spirals, and blurry screenshots I turned into portraits. I didn't know how to draw, but I had to learn. Because drawing her felt like the only way to keep her close.
And when that wasn't enough... I started riding.
I got on a bike to get fit, to lose weight, to move on. I told myself I was trying to forget her - but even when I sprinted until my legs gave out, the thoughts of her kept chasing me.
So I sprinted harder.
This story isn't just about her. It's about the weight I carried - on my body, in my mind, in every glance I didn't hold long enough. It's about the boys who pushed me forward, and the mornings I woke up hoping I'd finally feel normal again.
I drew her to feel close.
I ride to outrun the thoughts.
And if you've ever been heartbroken, fat-shamed, or stuck in your own head - maybe this story is yours too.