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Ladies and Gents, my OC Rose finally gets an art piece that looks like her a full decade after I made her. LOL

Oh boy- this girl has been through too damn much. Rose has been through everything my preteen and teenage self could deflect, reflect, project, and trauma-dump onto her as I tried to wade through all of my own problems. From eating disorders, sexual identity crises, and gender identity crises to a cocktail of traumas, unhealthy coping mechanisms, and years of writing out the advice I should have taken myself- Rose has been the warrior that stepped up to fight every one of my battles. She is both everything I wanted to be and everything I needed. Ten long years weathering the madness and mayhem together.

For a full ten years I've been terrified to show her as she truly was- almost always changing some crucial and key part about her so she was unrecognizable. If I posted anything at all. I've come to recognize, very recently mind you, that it was just my way of trying to hide what had become so crucial to my sanity. What had been forged in all of the core parts of me and the traumas I had been through, and thus was subjected to the instinct to shield and hide her the same as I hid myself and the core of who I was. Hide myself and hide what kept me going so that none could take it away from me. Even now, as far past the majority of the traumas as I like to think I am, it's still hard to share her publically. Even now I'm fighting myself to post this and be proud. To show the world that what I had been through has not broken me, the same as it has not broken Rose. We both survived. We both still have a long road to go and we'll always bare the scars, always bare the memories, but we have survived. We did exactly what our younger selves never thought we'd do. We endured. We continued and we are allowed to be proud of it. We're allowed to share that accomplishment. I'm allowed to be proud of how far I've come.

And so here's to philautia. Here is to self-love and encouraging ourselves to go forward for ourselves. Here's to learning to breathe again for ourselves and what we want, instead of for others and what they want. Here's to all the things you survived and here's to your endurance. Here's to your accomplishments and your scars. Here's to being proud. Here's to giving the middle finger to life, destiny, and fate when they kick you in the nads. Here's the long nights and the just trying to survive's. Here's to it all and here's to taking it back and owning it.

You are allowed to be. You're allowed to be proud. You're allowed to tell the world it's done it's best to damn you, but you survived. They cannot take it from you. They cannot take you. You're allowed to tell the world that you have trauma and if it makes them uncomfortable? Let them choke.

You did it. You're here. And that's what matters.

I'm proud of you. And you deserve to be proud of yourself too.

Character & art(c) Grilygril787

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Ladies and Gents, my OC Rose finally gets an art piece that looks like her a full decade after I made her. LOL

Oh boy- this girl has been through too damn much. Rose has been through everything my preteen and teenage self could deflect, reflect, project, and trauma-dump onto her as I tried to wade through all of my own problems. From eating disorders, sexual identity crises, and gender identity crises to a cocktail of traumas, unhealthy coping mechanisms, and years of writing out the advice I should have taken myself- Rose has been the warrior that stepped up to fight every one of my battles. She is both everything I wanted to be and everything I needed. Ten long years weathering the madness and mayhem together.

For a full ten years I've been terrified to show her as she truly was- almost always changing some crucial and key part about her so she was unrecognizable. If I posted anything at all. I've come to recognize, very recently mind you, that it was just my way of trying to hide what had become so crucial to my sanity. What had been forged in all of the core parts of me and the traumas I had been through, and thus was subjected to the instinct to shield and hide her the same as I hid myself and the core of who I was. Hide myself and hide what kept me going so that none could take it away from me. Even now, as far past the majority of the traumas as I like to think I am, it's still hard to share her publically. Even now I'm fighting myself to post this and be proud. To show the world that what I had been through has not broken me, the same as it has not broken Rose. We both survived. We both still have a long road to go and we'll always bare the scars, always bare the memories, but we have survived. We did exactly what our younger selves never thought we'd do. We endured. We continued and we are allowed to be proud of it. We're allowed to share that accomplishment. I'm allowed to be proud of how far I've come.

And so here's to philautia. Here is to self-love and encouraging ourselves to go forward for ourselves. Here's to learning to breathe again for ourselves and what we want, instead of for others and what they want. Here's to all the things you survived and here's to your endurance. Here's to your accomplishments and your scars. Here's to being proud. Here's to giving the middle finger to life, destiny, and fate when they kick you in the nads. Here's the long nights and the just trying to survive's. Here's to it all and here's to taking it back and owning it.

You are allowed to be. You're allowed to be proud. You're allowed to tell the world it's done it's best to damn you, but you survived. They cannot take it from you. They cannot take you. You're allowed to tell the world that you have trauma and if it makes them uncomfortable? Let them choke.

You did it. You're here. And that's what matters.

I'm proud of you. And you deserve to be proud of yourself too.

Character & art(c) Grilygril787