A few weeks ago I made a post drawing attention to the lack of women with scars in One Piece, and I wanted to create this photoset to depict what Nami would look like if she where allowed to keep scars from her wounds like Luffy and Zoro are. Nami did originally keep her back/shoulder scar from Arlong Park, but Oda stopped drawing it after they made it to Whiskey Peak and it has never been seen since. I’m disappointed about that because to me it feels like it discounts Nami’s important role as a fighter in favor of keeping her as a pristine and flawless beauty, even though scars and beauty are in no way mutually exclusive–illustrating that is the main point of this graphic.
Nami is every bit as valiant a fighter as the rest of the crew, and I wish her character design better reflected the struggles she’s been through as a warrior.
Never cry. Why ruin your makeup or soak your brand new coat? Just keep it in or transform your sadness into anger. Anger is much more appealing than weakness.
Always chew gum. Blow bubbles, pop it in annoyance, chew it until it grows stringy and thin between your molars. Keep your mouth busy. That way you can’t say anything you don’t mean.
Bite your lip, not only will it attract the attention of the boy who holds his cup way too tight to have any idea what he’s doing with it, but it’ll also split open and your blood will act as a natural lip stain.
Soak your homework in orange juice and force it down your throat. Gulp it down, don’t you dare heave it up. Fill up your stomach with the paper and hope to god you’ll pass chemistry. Who knows, maybe trees will sprout and you’ll finally be able to take in oxygen. It’s the breakfast of champions.
Problems aren’t problems until you acknowledge that you have problems. So what if you drink a little too much on a school night? Who cares if you stand too long at the edge of the look-out point? Just flash them a smile, hike up your dress, laugh a little higher. It’s not running away from the issue if the issue doesn’t exist, right?
Lock your closet, skeletons are only meant to be seen in your health class.
Shatter your mirror, pick up a piece and hold it at arms length. There, now you can control what reflects back at you. Besides, it makes since to look at the individual parts of yourself, you’ve never been whole.
Stand up straight, don’t bow your head. Blue blood may not run through your veins but, unless it spills, no one has to know.
Remember that you’re a forest fire. You have poison underneath your finger nails. You are a wild thing, and wild things can not be tamed.
If you can’t be guaranteed heaven then give them hell.
MY TEARS ARE MADE OF ROSE WATER AND GASOLINE; TAKE A SHOT AND FEEL IT BURN // k.m.