Artificial

There's always a reason why I draw what you see here.
Androids with missing parts.
Anonymous.
Numb.
Broken.
Made of plastic perfect bodies.
I have always been comparing myself to others - and in everyone I saw something I thought I needed: a better nose, longer legs, perfect shiny skin or bigger boobs.
These past days I had this constant feeling of needing to be different in order to be appreciated. Drawing is the way I analyze myself as it gives me the opportunity to put out something I wouldn't be able to put out in any other reasonable way - did you forget I'm an introvert?
Here's to self acceptance.
Here's to not wanting to replace any part of us anymore.
Here's to being different and still being able to feel beautiful. No matter if our silver cyborg skin is bruised.
No matter if someone thinks you're not enough.