First time trying to draw myself since I was 13 and had to do it as an assignment for school.
It’s hard to be self critical, trying to draw what you actually see rather than what you perceive.
My husband laughed and said that my drawing was a time machine, that I’d taken a good 20 years off my face.
So I sat back down and tried to see the flaws, the wrinkles, the laugh lines, the blemishes. I realized that I hadn’t deliberately un-aged myself. That’s just how I see me when I look in the mirror. No grey hair, no wrinkles, no strange hairs growing out of places they shouldn’t be.
I see me as a fresh faced, girl that’s ready to take on the world. Not a middle aged woman that the world kicked the crap out of.