I watched Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse weeks ago and I’m probably late to the party now, but like many others, I was also inspired to draw my own #spidersona !  I haven’t drawn for fun in so long, and somehow, this movie got me out of a rut and pushed me to start, stay patient, excited, and keep drawing till I finish. I have no crazy backstory or fleshed-out profile of my Spidersona except that it’s inspired by my go-to clothing pieces: sweaters, skinny jeans, comfy wool socks, either my black chelsea boots or bulky red patent Doc Martens, and leather (faux, of course) everything!

I can’t express how incredibly in-love I am with this movie—definitely the best movie I’ve seen since “Mad Max: Fury Road”. It’s a bit hard to swallow that to this day, cartoons are still seen as “for kids” and unworthy of merit and some people refuse to consider Spider-verse as a “real” movie, but STILL! What a time to be alive! I’m glad that it even got made in the first place at all…and for that, I’m thankful.

To the gods and goddesses who brought us this gorgeous creation, congratulations on winning the 2019 Critic’s Choice “Best Animated Movie” award, and the 2019 Golden Globes’ “Best Motion Picture- Animated”! Thank you so much for all the hard work and dedication! Your persistence and skill inspire us all.


Short Hair, Don’t Care

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After years of cutting my hair short, I feel like I have a pretty good grasp of the exact style and length that I feel great about. Just a couple of weeks ago, it was at a length I found insufferable. It was long enough not to be considered a pixie cut, but also too short to be a bob. It bothered me to the point that I would be in a bad mood as soon I see myself in the mirror. Some might find it petty but it made me feel so insecure. I projected my discomfort to people around me and felt that the whole world was staring and judging me for my overgrown, hopeless head of hair.

So I cut it.

I felt so much better, more confident, more me. I’m often busy with work too so taking the time to get a haircut felt like an act of self-care.

But of course, there are people who felt they had to voice their opinion that I cut my hair too short, it looked very bad, or that I look better with longer hair etc. I felt bummed out and rejected. They’re not the ones who have to live with it every day so why do they care? And why do I care about their opinions?

So I stopped.

For the first time, I didn’t care about what people thought. And I didn’t feel guilty for not caring. I didn’t realize how much I was weighing myself down by giving too much value on other people’s side comments. I’ve learned so much by listening to constructive criticism but this is not one of them. Fortunately, I was in a stable enough mental state to reel myself back before I spiral down self-hate. It was so liberating and that freedom felt addicting. I rather feel this positive more often than not.

So from here on, I’m making it a mission to care less about other people’s opinions and care more about what works for me. Life’s too short to be burdened by the opinion of others.