Here I am, 20 years old, and I still look like a f*ckin teenager. Many folks in my town have mistaken me for a high school freshman! I would tell everyone that I've been graduated for a year and a half, but I never bothered to get myself a class ring, so I can't prove anything right on the spot. You should've seen me when I really was a freshman! Everybody kept calling me 6th grader!

Yeah, my growth throughout my life was way slower than everybody else's and everybody was mean to me because of it... Well, almost everybody, I had a boyfriend who was really good to me, but anyway...

The years of torture only motivated my love of macro even more and each day, I find myself thinking about what it would be like to wake up one morning, and find that I've outgrown my house. I would take a stroll through town and everybody would have to look up to see me. Those who tormented me through the years would feel my wrath when I stomp on them with my monsterous feet!

Today I try my best to translate these and other thoughts into my drawings.