A self-portrait from my childhood bedroom. I was still living at home at age 22 and drew me here. It was on lined paper and I dropped out the highlighter color.

The car accident. Quickly drawn in my sketchbook and thrown together quickly while my emotions were raw. I think there are typos.

Scott and I nekkid from one of my sketchbooks.

When Scott and I broke up. He and I dated after Scott and are still good friends to this day. I think this comic has some typos in it as well, but I still like the colors and the exchange between my heart and my brain.

I used me be thin, once. I went through 4 trampolines, and had this insomnia problem for years because of the extra energy that I carried with me. It manifested into anxiety over time.

I ended up re-drawing this comics years later, but my original crazy sketch of me in the last panel here still makes me laugh.

The night Steve valued our friendship more than a physical relationship. We’ve been good friends since.

Another comic where my dyslexia shows through. Some spelling errors here. But I like the colors.

Still pining for Steve. It’s important to remember that young women feel deeply and I was one once.

The first time I ever gave blood I passed out. This has been repeated every subsequent time I’ve given blood.