MS Blue

Her name is Ms. Blue. She is always on time—always there, waiting for me to show up.

Her duty : to judge me, to compare me with others, to blame me for every single mistake. She whispers that I am the worst, that shame should follow me everywhere.

I tried to ignore her, but the more I resisted, the stronger she became. So I stopped fighting. I decided to listen, to accept: yes, sometimes I am clumsy, foolish, irresponsible… But who isn’t?

We are all imperfect. We all carry shadows. And Ms. Blue—she is mine. She used to be ugly, but now she looks just like me. She is not my enemy. She is my shadow.

Techniques: mix of acrylic on canvas digital in photoshop #1of1SZN