In my portrait, I tell a story—not just with lines and colors, but with memories. As I drew myself and chose each shade, I found myself traveling back in time, revisiting moments that have shaped who I am. The flowers on my head hold quiet meaning. They remind me of a January not long ago, when the year began with unexpected change. I had an accident that shook me deeply—physically, yes, but also inwardly. It was a moment that made me pause and reflect on life, on its fragility, and on the strength we often don’t know we carry until we need it.

The colors in the rug I hold are not just decoration; they are symbols of how I feel now. They speak of joy, of peace, and of a heart that has come through difficulty with greater clarity and gratitude. Each thread holds part of my healing, part of my hope.