I hate my face. It is disgusting to me, and I do not understand how anyone could see it as beautiful. It is something I have struggled with for a while. However, as I have grown, I have also learned the significance of expressing my feelings with art. The feeling of exhibiting my experiences in a visual form is enticing to say the least - so I decided to do the same with my facial insecurities. I wanted to show how I felt about my eyes, nose, mouth, and more. I wanted to show how I felt, constantly picking at my skin and examining my features. After finishing the piece, I was startled. I had managed to use my skills to make something absolutely beautiful. I was in love with the colors, the lines, the expressive detail. I could not stop looking at it. However, I was also in shock - if I was so "ugly", how did I manage to make such a gorgeous product of my insecurities? Needless to say, I am still confused. However, my viewpoint has changed: perhaps my face is not what I think it is. Perhaps it has some beauty and liveliness to it after all.