Throughout the course of our lives, comparison is inevitable. From a very young age, I was obsessed with the way that I looked; I needed to be the right weight, the right height, have the right hairstyle, wear the right clothes, say the right things…
Did you notice the repeated word there? Right.
Through years of hating myself, other women for being what I was not, and doing everything I could to be right, I realized that there is no right.
The right way to be is the way that I am.
This realization is something I’ve had to tirelessly work towards in my 22 years. It wasn’t easy - still isn’t. The road to acceptance of self is never ending. There are days where I feel like I have forgotten every positive thing I’ve learned and the next day, I’ll look in the mirror and be in awe of my body.
For those tough days, however, I have a secret weapon.
My self care activity of choice is drawing; Having the power to produce art is empowering. My favorite and most therapeutic form to draw is the natural female form or Nudie Gals as I like to call them.
Drawing naked women is a celebration of my body and the bodies of every woman that I have looked at and thought, “She’s so pretty. What a bitch.” I honor myself by incorporating the parts of my body that I dislike into a piece of art that I cherish. Whether the drawings are for myself or I share them with others as I’m doing today, my soul feels lighter with every sketch.
Happy Friday, you beautiful nudie gal.