Self-doubt is something I deal with on a daily basis. I’ve been writing for most of my young-adult life, and I always find myself wondering, “Who cares what I have to say?” But then I see women like Elaine Welteroth take a stand, and I’m reminded that while I may be young, I have a fierceness in me that is clawing its way out. I want to be the human for younger girls to look to when they have questions about their changing bodies. I want to be the person my little sister emphatically trusts. I want to be the daughter my parents are inherently proud of. I want to be the woman my soul-mate has dreamt about for years.
While my mum is not pleased that I write about masturbation, and my sister gets mad at me when I ask about her period for pieces I am editing, I know I am on the train to success. I can’t please everybody (including myself), but I do hope to please a few people along the way.
It wasn’t until a month ago that I realized people were interested in my art. I never realized the power I had to illustrate a story with words AND an image. I’ve found that through my art, I’ve been able to reach new corners of the world. And to those who seem to be inherently blind to our changing world, here is what I say to you:
How many more slain children must our country endure before appropriate gun-control laws are put in place? How many more rape kits must be sampled before we realize RAPISTS are the issue, not our clothing? How many of us need to step forward to make a change? Give me a number – we will meet it. We will defy your number. We will blow it out of this f*cking world.