Pain

A young woman tears at the plants growing on her back, but grasps the flowers instead of the weeds.
This is strangely personal. I drew this today because I was feeling down. It was a really cathartic piece, and I do feel that the weight I had before has dissipated. To me it was a metaphor; we have beauty and we have flaws, and what we choose to keep and throw are up to us. Don’t judge yourself in anger or in sadness; the pain always clouds your thoughts.

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