I am so infuriated. I had taken so much care and this is the result, swollen, and dense.
I am so infuriated. I had taken so much care and this is the result, swollen, and dense.

Lithograph, Color Pencil, Thread, Black Paper

2017

How can this be? I have been an adult for so long, why is this still happening to me?
How can this be? I have been an adult for so long, why is this still happening to me?

Lithograph, Color Pencil, Thread, Black Paper

2017

You idiot, you did this to yourself. Eating nothing but greasy garbage and refusing to bathe more often.
You idiot, you did this to yourself. Eating nothing but greasy garbage and refusing to bathe more often.

Monotype, Color Pencil, Thread, Black Paper

2017

I get it, you’re too tired to cook and you lack the energy to clean yourself when you get home and it’s easier the next day.
I get it, you’re too tired to cook and you lack the energy to clean yourself when you get home and it’s easier the next day.

Monotype, Color Pencil, Thread, Black Paper

2017

This is your punishment, this your bodies retaliation.
This is your punishment, this your bodies retaliation.

Color Pencil

2017

Your body is furious at your decisions. So now you will pay.
Your body is furious at your decisions. So now you will pay.

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

This is the gift that they gave you. She always said your hands look like his and all I ever see is his hands.
This is the gift that they gave you. She always said your hands look like his and all I ever see is his hands.

Lithograph, Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

The gift she gave me though was anxiety, the constant worry. It’s so exhausting.
The gift she gave me though was anxiety, the constant worry. It’s so exhausting.

Lithograph, Monotype, Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

I cannot stop biting, ripping, tearing. I just feel the compulsion.
I cannot stop biting, ripping, tearing. I just feel the compulsion.

Color Pencil

2017

It doesn’t help, if anything it makes it worse. They are so swollen and covered in scar tissue, red with scabs, and infection.
It doesn’t help, if anything it makes it worse. They are so swollen and covered in scar tissue, red with scabs, and infection.

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

Embarrassing.
Embarrassing.

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

Why is it so difficult? Why am I so unaware of when this is happening?
Why is it so difficult? Why am I so unaware of when this is happening?

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

The pain is so annoying but so familiar. Why can’t I just stop?
The pain is so annoying but so familiar. Why can’t I just stop?

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

JUST STOP.
JUST STOP.

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

It should always be long and flowing, no matter how inconvenient. This is your burden, forced upon you.
It should always be long and flowing, no matter how inconvenient. This is your burden, forced upon you.

Lithograph, Monotype, Thread, Black Paper

2017

Without the length you will be unable to hide yourself. The shorter it is the more visible you will be, and you (we) wouldn’t want that would you? Definitely not!
Without the length you will be unable to hide yourself. The shorter it is the more visible you will be, and you (we) wouldn’t want that would you? Definitely not!

Monotype, Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

You don’t want to be mistaken for a boy, do you?
You don’t want to be mistaken for a boy, do you?

Lithograph, Monotype, Thread, Black Paper

2017

What if someone says something to me? What will I say? I can’t imagine how I’ll feel when I am challenged for choosing to wear shorts in this condition.
What if someone says something to me? What will I say? I can’t imagine how I’ll feel when I am challenged for choosing to wear shorts in this condition.

Monotype, Color Pencil, Graphite, Black Paper

2017

It’s everywhere. My legs, my face, armpits, upper lip, chin, second chin, arms, crotch. Everywhere.
It’s everywhere. My legs, my face, armpits, upper lip, chin, second chin, arms, crotch. Everywhere.

Monotype, Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

 Sometimes, I can’t even look people in the face because I am afraid they will notice.
Sometimes, I can’t even look people in the face because I am afraid they will notice.

Monotype, Black Paper

2017

The temperature is ninety-nine degrees Fahrenheit. The heat index makes it feel over a hundred. I struggle internally trying to convince myself that I shouldn’t wear pants.
The temperature is ninety-nine degrees Fahrenheit. The heat index makes it feel over a hundred. I struggle internally trying to convince myself that I shouldn’t wear pants.

But if I wear pants everyone will see.Them.

Monotype, Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

It hurt so badly and I hated when she would make me do this, but this is what you do right?
It hurt so badly and I hated when she would make me do this, but this is what you do right?

Monotype, Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

I am supposed to look “nice”. Whatever “nice” means.
I am supposed to look “nice”. Whatever “nice” means.

Monotype, Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

She told me to make sure I only wore clothing that covered me.
She told me to make sure I only wore clothing that covered me.

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

She told me I was a fat person who would need to make sure that I cover up the fat parts of my body.
She told me I was a fat person who would need to make sure that I cover up the fat parts of my body.

Color Pencil, Thread, Black Paper

2017

Everyone knows, they all see it. Don’t fool yourself into thinking otherwise.
Everyone knows, they all see it. Don’t fool yourself into thinking otherwise.

Monotype, Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

 Maybe it’s not so bad, maybe no one will notice, maybe no one will say anything.
Maybe it’s not so bad, maybe no one will notice, maybe no one will say anything.

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

But what if they do? What if it’s all everyone talks about. How can I even look at anyone?
But what if they do? What if it’s all everyone talks about. How can I even look at anyone?

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

A sleeveless shirt would be nice, but it’s the same situation. If I lift my arms everyone will stare, heads will turn; I’ll be made to feel as if I am in the wrong for not ridding myself of them.
A sleeveless shirt would be nice, but it’s the same situation. If I lift my arms everyone will stare, heads will turn; I’ll be made to feel as if I am in the wrong for not ridding myself of them.

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

I am so infuriated. I had taken so much care and this is the result, swollen, and dense.
How can this be? I have been an adult for so long, why is this still happening to me?
You idiot, you did this to yourself. Eating nothing but greasy garbage and refusing to bathe more often.
I get it, you’re too tired to cook and you lack the energy to clean yourself when you get home and it’s easier the next day.
This is your punishment, this your bodies retaliation.
Your body is furious at your decisions. So now you will pay.
This is the gift that they gave you. She always said your hands look like his and all I ever see is his hands.
The gift she gave me though was anxiety, the constant worry. It’s so exhausting.
I cannot stop biting, ripping, tearing. I just feel the compulsion.
It doesn’t help, if anything it makes it worse. They are so swollen and covered in scar tissue, red with scabs, and infection.
Embarrassing.
Why is it so difficult? Why am I so unaware of when this is happening?
The pain is so annoying but so familiar. Why can’t I just stop?
JUST STOP.
It should always be long and flowing, no matter how inconvenient. This is your burden, forced upon you.
Without the length you will be unable to hide yourself. The shorter it is the more visible you will be, and you (we) wouldn’t want that would you? Definitely not!
You don’t want to be mistaken for a boy, do you?
What if someone says something to me? What will I say? I can’t imagine how I’ll feel when I am challenged for choosing to wear shorts in this condition.
It’s everywhere. My legs, my face, armpits, upper lip, chin, second chin, arms, crotch. Everywhere.
 Sometimes, I can’t even look people in the face because I am afraid they will notice.
The temperature is ninety-nine degrees Fahrenheit. The heat index makes it feel over a hundred. I struggle internally trying to convince myself that I shouldn’t wear pants.
It hurt so badly and I hated when she would make me do this, but this is what you do right?
I am supposed to look “nice”. Whatever “nice” means.
She told me to make sure I only wore clothing that covered me.
She told me I was a fat person who would need to make sure that I cover up the fat parts of my body.
Everyone knows, they all see it. Don’t fool yourself into thinking otherwise.
 Maybe it’s not so bad, maybe no one will notice, maybe no one will say anything.
But what if they do? What if it’s all everyone talks about. How can I even look at anyone?
A sleeveless shirt would be nice, but it’s the same situation. If I lift my arms everyone will stare, heads will turn; I’ll be made to feel as if I am in the wrong for not ridding myself of them.
I am so infuriated. I had taken so much care and this is the result, swollen, and dense.

Lithograph, Color Pencil, Thread, Black Paper

2017

How can this be? I have been an adult for so long, why is this still happening to me?

Lithograph, Color Pencil, Thread, Black Paper

2017

You idiot, you did this to yourself. Eating nothing but greasy garbage and refusing to bathe more often.

Monotype, Color Pencil, Thread, Black Paper

2017

I get it, you’re too tired to cook and you lack the energy to clean yourself when you get home and it’s easier the next day.

Monotype, Color Pencil, Thread, Black Paper

2017

This is your punishment, this your bodies retaliation.

Color Pencil

2017

Your body is furious at your decisions. So now you will pay.

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

This is the gift that they gave you. She always said your hands look like his and all I ever see is his hands.

Lithograph, Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

The gift she gave me though was anxiety, the constant worry. It’s so exhausting.

Lithograph, Monotype, Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

I cannot stop biting, ripping, tearing. I just feel the compulsion.

Color Pencil

2017

It doesn’t help, if anything it makes it worse. They are so swollen and covered in scar tissue, red with scabs, and infection.

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

Embarrassing.

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

Why is it so difficult? Why am I so unaware of when this is happening?

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

The pain is so annoying but so familiar. Why can’t I just stop?

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

JUST STOP.

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

It should always be long and flowing, no matter how inconvenient. This is your burden, forced upon you.

Lithograph, Monotype, Thread, Black Paper

2017

Without the length you will be unable to hide yourself. The shorter it is the more visible you will be, and you (we) wouldn’t want that would you? Definitely not!

Monotype, Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

You don’t want to be mistaken for a boy, do you?

Lithograph, Monotype, Thread, Black Paper

2017

What if someone says something to me? What will I say? I can’t imagine how I’ll feel when I am challenged for choosing to wear shorts in this condition.

Monotype, Color Pencil, Graphite, Black Paper

2017

It’s everywhere. My legs, my face, armpits, upper lip, chin, second chin, arms, crotch. Everywhere.

Monotype, Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

Sometimes, I can’t even look people in the face because I am afraid they will notice.

Monotype, Black Paper

2017

The temperature is ninety-nine degrees Fahrenheit. The heat index makes it feel over a hundred. I struggle internally trying to convince myself that I shouldn’t wear pants.

But if I wear pants everyone will see.Them.

Monotype, Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

It hurt so badly and I hated when she would make me do this, but this is what you do right?

Monotype, Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

I am supposed to look “nice”. Whatever “nice” means.

Monotype, Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

She told me to make sure I only wore clothing that covered me.

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

She told me I was a fat person who would need to make sure that I cover up the fat parts of my body.

Color Pencil, Thread, Black Paper

2017

Everyone knows, they all see it. Don’t fool yourself into thinking otherwise.

Monotype, Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

Maybe it’s not so bad, maybe no one will notice, maybe no one will say anything.

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

But what if they do? What if it’s all everyone talks about. How can I even look at anyone?

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

A sleeveless shirt would be nice, but it’s the same situation. If I lift my arms everyone will stare, heads will turn; I’ll be made to feel as if I am in the wrong for not ridding myself of them.

Color Pencil, Black Paper

2017

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