I feel so queasy posting this. I don't remember ever *not* struggling with body image issues but back in late 2010 and 2011, my friends and family noticed I dropped a shit ton of weight all of a sudden. I might have become more conventionally beautiful but that period drew out the ugliest parts of my inner self to the surface. I get queasy telling the story bc I was just not a pleasant person back then.
Enough time has passed for me to be able to see how that period fit into the big picture. I honestly don't know how people will react and I'm a little scared but I feel compelled to tell it.
Entering my thirties made me reflect on all the phases, experiences, and changes that eventually made me who I am. Upon reading old journals, I was compelled to capture some of my stories into comic form. I figure that perhaps some of my experiences can be relatable, and it makes me quite queasy to be so candid. It's strangely therapeutic, but also terrifying. Maybe I just share too much.