In every meeting you attend, every resume you write, every underestimation you receive based on your anatomy or the family you were born into, she's there. In every smarmy sneer that may as well say "This is the Big Boy's Table sweet heart - you can take the lift down to where you need to be" Patron Saint of Glass Ceilings gives you a wink and you calmly respond "You'll want the dustpan and brush to clean this up, I'm expecting some friends to follow me". You put on your helmet, readjust your jet pack and smash through that glass ceiling. Those smarmy bastards below don't know what hit them.
This is a unique 1/1 artwork. 3600p x 4800p 300dpi.