i have a body
like never before
title: Dogma
made using: Krita + drawing tablet
Their feelings and views and stories and lives are always true, always real,
But mine never are. All I do is wonder, all I do is criticize and hate. Doubt. Shame.
I so innocently take in their perspective, listen and believe—
So why can’t I do the same for myself?
Why do I perpetually question
If I’m true,
If I’m right,
If I’m good,
If I am?
While letting everyone else be without question.
title: Why Do I Believe Everyone Else But Myself?
from: Grimoire of Something Strange III
hello
thanks for stopping by
don’t forget to have the
courage to love yourself,
casper ♡