I lost a sense of self this year and it all came to a head when I fractured my jaw. This lead to a lot of questions about my identity and who I thought I was. I now felt discounted. I had encountered issues with body dysmorphia, as I saw a new person emerge in the mirror. This drastically impacted who I am and who I was to become. 
Was I just like my mother, who ironically also broke her jaw? She struggled with addiction, and so did this make me an alcoholic like her? I fell on an electric scooter that night after drinking. I was on my way to see someone who showed little respect for me. I prioritized this man, just like she did the horrible ones that came her way. Was I just like HER? 
This lead to a body of work that kept me sane during my recovery and this portrait is a reminder of the process to feeling like myself again.