Hey love —
Ever notice how being seen can feel like a game of chance on whether it would be good or not? Like it might be fun, even flattering, if you're in the mood for it —but other times it’s just… exhausting. You know, like those award shows — the Oscars, the Grammys — where the camera suddenly pans across the audience. God forbid you weren’t already smiling. God forbid you didn’t perform “pleasant” fast enough.
Anyway, I adore sassy characters and it is no secret that I am self-projecting- maybe- so I drew a woman this weekend who had some of that. Head tilted up— and I can almost hear the comments on how she’s too proud.
“You must be the best judge of your own happiness.” — Jane Austen
Being the best judge and being able to enforce your judgment in peace and ‘her money’
So here’s to the women who are told to smile more. To the ones who walk into rooms and instantly feel that unspoken tug to please the eyes that stare. This one doesn’t. She walks in — and the light has to adjust.
