There is nothing “beautiful” or “romantic” about scars, depression and self hate. There is nothing “beautiful” I see when I look down at the now fading scars on my arms or legs. There is nothing “romantic” about the now fading scars showing up again when my skin is wet, or when the weather is too hot or too cold. Having panic attacks in college bathrooms because there is another girl in there, or being too scared to leave your room isn’t “Tragically beautiful”. Shaking uncontrollably because of an anxiety attack and not being able to breathe isn’t “romantic”. Anxiety and depression, as well as every other single mental disorder are not things to be romanticised.
Just contacted a tattoo artist who I really want to do my Lydia Deetz portrait! AHHHH! exciting!