I may not talk about myself much. I may not say or think too many positive things about myself. I may have a few cuts on my wrists here and there. I may struggle to pay attention to myself more than I do others sometimes. I may not like what I see in the mirror everyday. But I still love myself. I know I am strong. I know I am courageous. I know I am a beautiful person. I may not show it, but I really do love myself.<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
Ah, well, do I wish that we lived in a world where gender didn't figure so prominently? Of course. Do I even think about myself as a woman when I go to make art? Of course not.haha jst kidd'ng ;)
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- Se ha unidoJuly 25, 2012
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