*the entire description bellow is kind of a back-story rather than a cohesive concise title or expla
*the entire description bellow is kind of a back-story rather than a cohesive concise title or explanation for the above poorly-scanned self-portrait (heh I’m lazy..). But I will officially say that I’ve always been inspired by Terry Moore’s inking style, and fell in love with the way his pen always seemed to capture the character’s inner emotions so completely. I felt inspired by him while inking my drawing over, and I think it might have actually translated. Anyway, (although I’m not necessarily religious in the strictest of terms) I was inspired by the feeling of peace I’ve come to feel recently and how heavenly it has felt. Pure heaven and peace in knowing: I am and have always been good. I have a name. A heart. A soul. Always have. Problem was, I was never told. This is a piece I drew and penned on a particular drunken night watching Master Chef; I kept having intense visions as to what life has really and truly been like for me–all the way through, start to finish. Crystal-clearly, and somehow it has brought me immense peace and new-found self respect and self realization. I am and have always been a good person. I feared in my youth that my life didn’t matter at all, honestly. That I’d never be good enough (wooo *sings sing-songingly*: depressssinggg). But, long story short, I’ve come to realize that I’ve always been a good person, and that all of my fear and anxiety in my childhood was completely unwarranted and uneeded; a fact that disturbs me entirely but, all the same, all is now, well. Aaaaanyway:p I’d like to attribute this graphic-novelesque drawing of myself pre and post-trasition to a sort of remembrance and happy/portrait-like remembrance of who I was as an openly female-identified person. I didn’t hate her nor did I feel that I was her… and life was very sad, un-neededly shameful and difficult in her shoes. But I wanted to somehow communicate to past and present friends and family that I loved her, and that she knew they loved her too. She just, sadly, did not and some self-damning way felt that she could not love herself. Ehem. Ha! Ha… But, omgsh don’t you love the pretty picture? But seriously though, ha… like it? -- source link
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