(I like to imagine Vriska’s one of those kids who grew quickly and was the tallest in their grade/middle school classes but then high school hits and everyone shoots up past them. Terezi was a slower grower but overtook Vriska over the course of meteorstuck.)
ths isnt a psa but im sure its gonna be full of Buzzwords? anyway ive been thnkin about this lately as an “artist” “of” “color” but recalling the genuine difficulty i experienced a few years back trying to accurately depict nonwhite individuals..ethnic features.. has been an absolute process of unpacking a lot of self hatred ive internalized as an e asian growing up in a white community/in a household where white beauty standards were enforced violently
like the best advice i really have for any young artist who is struggling the same way is to go out of your way to surround yrself with positive influences. maybe it comes across as a Tryhard action but for me, as a 14, 15 yr old who hated herself..i cannot express how cathartic it was following body positivity blogs, following the monthly asian face appreciation day tag, etc. normalizing those faces and stories brought an unimaginable comfort and while i obv continue to experience a lot of issues w my body, i can genuinely share that (as fucked up as this may sound) i find faces like mine more attractive and Normal. Acceptable? i really cant come up w words to properly describe it but ethnic features exist in my realm of consciousness now as a positive force
and bringing ths back 2 the note of the drawing process, ofc all ppl learn differently but when i started to try to work on my own racialized self image issues i can genuinely tell u tht jus looking at asian selfies helped me draw monolids better. lik no tutorial needed it jus came 2 me naturally. anyway im hungry and theres leftovr cake in my kitchen
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when I was 17 the first girl I’d ever loved told me if her parents found out about how I looked at her she’d be homeless. we cried for 2 days straight, and I told about concrete counter tops. I told her about dark hardwood floors with at least three knit blankets on every couch. Our bedroom facing west because even though I love the sunrise, you look the best in our bed covered in nothing but the deep purple of sunset. The library that would smell like our books had been there longer than our home had been standing on solid foundation, stone, reliable. Sweet girl, I know they say not to make homes out of people but I don’t want anyone else’s dirty dishes on my counter. I don’t want to take the trash out for anyone else at 11pm. You’re the only person I’d race to kill a spider for in the shower. How could you ever be without a home when every time I look at you I’m building ours.
but i don’t look at her
while she informs me of
the latest date her and her boyfriend went on.
“that’s nice.” i whisper. “that’s nice.” i say more to myself.
“i really want you to meet him.”
my blood boils. she really wants me to meet him. the man that get’s to touch her in the places that used to be mine. the man who doesn’t understand that he gets to wake up to the sight of a million stars everyday. “that’s okay, i don’t need too.” my lips tremble and i start to fiddle with my fingers.
“what’s wrong? is it something i said?” she says blindly, then reaches out to grab my shaky hands.
“no.” she could throw a thousand insults at me and i’d still remain calm. she could spit on my grave and my soul would still be at peace. but the thought of her with somebody else is one that cause volcanoes to erupt in the pit of my stomach, fires to start within the balls of my fists and tsunami’s to form in the back of my eyes. “i’d love to.” we all know i wouldn’t. but that’s the closest i’ll ever be to saying ‘i love you’ to her, so i squeeze her hand in mine and let it go, picking up my phone to divert the attention from me. i miss her. i want her. but god, i need her.