Maggot

Description:

Tell me where the idea of beauty comes from. Point it out to me as it passes by. Starving ones' self to fit a cookie cutter image, taking colorful pills that are said to taste like candy, while ripping the parts we are told to be disfigured off. We are maggots, waiting to bloom into roses. Is that really how it works? This was done in pencil with ink out lines.