The Art of Self-Love

I drew this piece during a time when life felt heavier than usual. It reminded me of something simple but easy to forget — our hands carry more of our story than we realize. They've held people together, protected what mattered, worked through exhaustion, and offered comfort even when I didn't have much left to give.

This drawing is about that kind of strength. The kind that doesn't make noise. A reminder that healing isn't abstract. It's physical. It's earned. And sometimes it starts with finally letting your own hands take care of you.