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I try to make things look beautiful rather than authentic and flawed because I don’t yet realize that I’m sitting a little too close. That my nose is pressed against the canvas, searching for imperfections, when really I could take a step back and see that my painting is beautiful. Just the way it is.
Had I been the year-ago-me, I would’ve faced the mirror and given myself one of those ‘get your shit together’ pep talks, but I have learned to embrace my sensitivity. I have embraced that I do feel like a factory defect of a puzzle piece and it has been eating at me for a while.