u/Repulsive-Cellist-16

Please share some words on my art, any improvements, suggestions, I'll be happy to hear.

I made this drawing with this 0₹ stylus(2nd slide), please share some words on it.

Everyone showed love to my traditional drawings i shared recently. I made this drawing with this 0₹ stylus(2nd slide), please share some words on it.

About me

I'm from Tarn Taran Punjab.

Everyone showed love to my traditional drawings i shared recently. I made this drawing with this 0₹ stylus(2nd slide), please share some words on it.

And if anyone interested to get a drawing of themselves, I'm always open to commissions.

About me

I'm from Tarn Taran Punjab.

I made this drawing with this 0₹ stylus(2nd slide), please share some words on it.

Hi, I'm M(22) from Tarn Taran, I've recently made these artworks, please share your words on these...will happy to hear any improvements.

And I'm always open for commissions, if you are interested please let me know 😊

Hi, I'm M(22) from Tarn Taran,

I've recently made these artworks, please share your words on these...will happy to hear any improvements.

And I'm always open for commissions, if anyone is interested, please let me know 😊

Time when I was in 11th and 12th

I don't know how to explain those two years properly, but looking back now, I realize that a lot of things went wrong at the same time.

One of the biggest things was choosing the wrong stream. At that age I didn't really understand how much it could affect my future. Later, when I started dreaming seriously about becoming a pilot, I realized that I needed Physics and Maths. That regret stayed in my head for years, like I had already messed up my future before it had even started.

But the biggest thing that affected me was my face.

I had three noticeable moles on my face — two around the center of my cheeks and one near my lips. They became a huge insecurity for me. I started thinking that whenever someone looked at me, their eyes would go straight to the moles.

Sometimes people would be laughing nearby and I would immediately think, "They're probably laughing at me."

Maybe sometimes they were, maybe most of the time they weren't. At that point I couldn't tell the difference anymore. My brain had already decided that my face was the reason.

And the worst part was, it wasn't even only about what other people thought.

I didn't like looking at myself.

I started avoiding mirrors. I didn't want to look at my own face because I already knew what I was going to see. I had this idea in my head of how I wanted to look, and I felt like no matter what I did, those moles would always ruin it.

Going outside became stressful. Talking to people became stressful. Even walking past someone could make me conscious about my face.

There were times when I felt like I couldn't live normally anymore. My mind became extremely dark, and I did have suicidal thoughts during that period. I never really told anyone how bad it had become.

Then there was the religion-related thing.

When I was younger, I had chosen a religious ritual that came with certain lifelong rules. One of them was that I shouldn't cut or trim the hair that naturally grows on my body, including my beard. My parents actually warned me before I did it. They told me I was too young and might regret it later.

But at that age I thought I was doing something very special and meaningful, so I went ahead with it.

By 11th and 12th, I regretted it badly. My beard wasn't even very heavy at that age, but whatever I had was messy and I couldn't groom it the way I wanted.

Because I was already insecure about my face, I kept thinking, "I'll never be able to look good."

There were other restrictions too. I had to follow certain food rules, including not eating someone else's leftover food. Sometimes my friends would all eat from the same tiffin, while someone had to take out separate food for me.

And this created a weird feeling inside me.

One part of me felt special because everyone was doing something different for me. But another part of me just wanted to be a normal teenager. I wanted to sit with my friends, share food and not think about all these rules.

Eventually, in 12th, I finally told my parents that I wanted to leave that commitment. They supported me. They actually reminded me that they had warned me about regretting it.

Then there was something else I never told anyone.

During the 10th-grade lockdown, I developed a masturbation habit that became difficult for me to control. I felt extremely ashamed of it.

The weird thing was that I had created this image of myself in front of everyone — the "good boy", the "genius kid", the one who doesn't talk dirty, doesn't do bad things, doesn't get into trouble.

So in my head, someone like me couldn't possibly masturbate.

I couldn't tell anyone because I was scared that the whole image people had of me would disappear and everyone would make fun of me. So I kept it completely secret.

I think that secrecy made everything worse. I wasn't just struggling with the habit. I was struggling to accept myself as a normal human being.

By that point I had become extremely quiet. I would go to class, sit at my place and barely talk to anyone. Talking to girls was almost impossible.

I wasn't arrogant, but I probably looked arrogant from the outside because I barely spoke.

Once, one of my classmates told me that a girl had asked him, "Why does this guy act so arrogant? He never even calls anyone?"

I remember being surprised by that.

Because inside, I wasn't thinking "I'm better than everyone."

I was thinking, "I hope nobody is looking at me."

That's probably one of the strangest things about that phase. People were seeing my behaviour, but nobody knew what was happening inside my head.

I eventually finished 12th and slowly started getting better.

Years later, I finally convinced my parents to let me get the moles removed. I paid for it myself from my savings.

That moment meant much more to me than just a cosmetic procedure. For years I had felt trapped by something on my own face, and finally being able to look in the mirror without immediately thinking about those moles felt like getting a small part of my life back.

I also recently cleared the Physics exam that I had been carrying as a reminder of that old regret.

Maths me bde gande marks diye, mai 80 marks ka kr ke aya tha. Baki sb ache gye..

Littetly making 0 money even now, I find myself so guilty for not earning for my family.

If you guys interested in art or commission arts let me know plz.

Here is some of my art i recently made, a kind of flex for me in my nearby region, I was so famous for my art in high school that still my teachers give examples of me in school...

But that leads me to nowhere...rather than ego...

Ab to shadi krne se dr lgne lga hai

Many people will answer it wrong. Only 1% can answer which stadium's pic is this.

Maybe a kind of ADHD but, India’s Nike-era jerseys were better. Cleaner designs, superior fabric quality, better fit, and a more balanced blue color palette. They looked premium without trying too hard. 🇮🇳🏏

What's your opinion 🤔