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A Love Letter To My Younger Self

A call to every woman who was ever told to be less

 

The Emotional Landscape 

A Love Letter to My Younger Self is about reclaiming what was once dismissed as “too much” – the softness, the vulnerability, the emotional depth I was taught to shrink or hide. Pink, once a symbol of weakness I rejected, now represents the full embrace of who I am. It’s no longer something to outgrow, but something to wear with pride. This painting is about turning shame into strength – recognising that I was always enough, just as I am, without needing to shrink to fit anyone else’s expectations.

The Story of Creation

The process of painting this piece was fast yet intuitive, each layer reflecting the journey of returning to myself. The figure emerged grounded and raw, while rich, defiant pinks began to shape the emotional core of the work. The brushstrokes shifted, becoming both a quiet apology and a powerful celebration of all I once hid away. The textures, the colour, the form – every part of it became an offering of healing.

Personal Connection

For a while, I pushed away the parts of me that felt “too pink” – too delicate, too emotional, too feminine. This painting is a release, a return, a reclamation. Pink no longer feels like something I need to defend. In this piece, it becomes the emotional landscape of my healing, woven throughout every brushstroke as a reminder that softness is not fragility, and that every version of me – past, present, and becoming.

Display recommendations

Size: 48” x 36”
Medium: Acrylic paint on canvas

Hang in a space where its presence is undeniable – a statement piece in a living area as a daily reminder of self worth. Pair it with soft but confident lighting that enhances the richness of the brushstrokes and the vibrancy of pink. Surround with decor that complements its themes feminist literature, vintage mirrors, bold florals anything that embodies empowerment, individuality and authenticity.

This painting is more than art; it is a revolution in colour. It is a call to every woman who was ever told to be less. It stands unapologetic, as proof that we were always enough.