eminementhusiast

[eminementhusiast]

This sketch is personal to me.

Sometimes, as a teenage girl, when getting caught up with night life and hookup culture you often get discarded as if you are only your body. As if you're nothing but a pretty face and figure.

Teenage boys are relentless in this sense. They make you feel wonderful in the moment, kissing you so tenderly and telling you all the things you'd want to hear, promising when they're sober that they'll still have interest in you, but when you wake up the next morning to message them, you'll be lucky if they reply.

Here, I depict myself, laying on the ground with nothing but my underwear on. I write, in cursive "Why won't you look beyond the exterior?"

I decided to make the writing cursive to emphasis the value of good looks over quality and personality to the lustful people you may face at a party.

This, to me, essentially encapsulates all of the hurt that comes with the thrill of kissing and touching a stranger. I have felt that all to much recently, especially as a decent-looking girl. We are nothing but our bodies, nothing but an achievement. This also covers the displacement that neurodivergent individuals may experience when socialising with neurotypical individuals. But who will care to know what shows I like? What songs are my favourite? How I like my tea? What makes me laugh? No one. Because this generation is fucked.