Chrostin

Het personage 'Chrostin' en de dingen die ze allemaal meemaakt zijn voor vele meisjes en vrouwen een voorbeeld.

– Marie Claire

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My two braincells drew this comic. — [ID: Chros

My two braincells drew this comic.
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[ID: Chrostin is setting her alarm for the next morning. The next slide is Chrostin, laying in bed with her eyes closed. The third slide is Chrostin in the same position but with eyes wide open. The final slide is her checking her phone again, caption: *me checking if I actually set the alarm because I know I got distracted doing so.”] #illustratie #illustration #comic #haha #cartoon #blackandwhite #lineart #itslit

(TW: harassment, violence) ‘The Clothes We Don’t Wear’ is about the layers women* wear above what they physically wear. As if what women wear is to please other people. As if they can’t decide for themselves how, when and where they want to cover themselves. It’s about the sparkled debates about headscarves and revealed shoulders in places where people go for their education, the same week a 14-year-old girl took her own life after she was a target of sexual violence. It’s talking aggressively about women’s bodies without letting a woman have her say.
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[ID: Titleslide: ‘The clothes we don’t wear.’ Second is Chrostin riding a bike, caption: It’s a hot spring day. My dress flies up in the wind as I’m riding my bike through town. A quick panic. That brief glance to check if any creep wasn’t already glaring. Third slide is her thinking angrily: “So what, if anyone sees a buttcheek for a split second?” Unfortunately, I know ‘what if’. One hand steering, the other one holding the piece of fabric down. Next is Chrostin sitting on the bedroom floor. Caption: Every morning, I’m surrounded by pieces of garments, some bittersweet. Sweet because I love them, bitter because others consider them a reason to harass me. Labeled with an unwelcome memory, I swiftly hide those tags so I won’t be constantly reminded. Next: Chrostin hiding on public transport with headphones on, caption: It’s the never-ending fight between how I always want to stand out but never want to be seen. Extremely flamboyant or lowly modest: eyes and hands will always find their way, to me, even if they have to search the walls I’ve blended in with. So please, tell me again about how it was the clothes I wore and the things I said. Next slide says: “My body my choice!”, followed by the next words: My dress, My skirt, My sweater, My shirt. — My hair, My crop top, My hijab, My flip flops. Next slide is a similar one with the following words: My blouse, My piercings, My burkini, My earrings. — My head, shoulders, knees and toes... Final slide is a caption on a white background, saying: But, I guess... I didn’t know they weren’t really mine to begin with.] #cartoon #drawing #illustration #illustratie

just to cheer you up ❤ swipe for a surprise —

just to cheer you up ❤ swipe for a surprise
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[ID: first image is chrostin sitting on the toilet, reading a book, caption says: I had a long day. The first moment I’d been by myself was on the bowl. I heard the cat tiptoeing down the stairs. Second image is the same, the cat is on the other side of the door. Caption says: I could not see her because the sliding door between us was closed, but I knew she just wanted to say hi. Chrostin smiles briefly. Third image is Chrostin hearing a weird noise. Caption: Suddenly, I heard a strange noise. And although I could not see it, every cat owner knows what it could possibly mean. Fourth image is the cat, caption says: she was doing the ‘gagdance’, the one before puking. Fifth image is chrostin, worryingly sliding the door a bit open. Caption says: before I even could fully open the sliding door, hovering my butt cheeks above the toilet bowl, I noticed her being proud of the chunks of puke she just had produced. Sixth image is the clear division between cat and chrostin again. Caption says: I caught myself being pissed off with her, wondering why she just couldn’t have waited two more minutes; I would have helped her outside. Seventh slide is a split screen with two images of Chrostin on the toilet, in the first one she’s cursing the cat, saying “stupid cat” but in the next one she suddenly hears another sound. Eighth slide is Chrostin abruptly opening the sliding door, only to notice that the cat had eaten the puke right back up again. She licks her lips and caption says: she ate it all up again. Ninth slide is the same split image but with the cat on the left and chrostin on the right, still pooping. Caption says: Sometimes, I really have to give others a change: allowing them to fix their shit before feeling obliged to fix it myself instead. Tenth slide is a real video of the cat eating her puke. I say: enjoy your dinner baby, but it’s still disgusting, though.]

“they prob think I’m the most loser runner the

“they prob think I’m the most loser runner they came across WITHOUT THE “WITH”” 😭 [ID]: first image is Chrostin running, lightly sweated, caption: ‘If the runner I’m coming across with’, next image is a zoom in of Chrostin’s running face with the continued caption: ‘does not give me the confirmatory “I see you”-nod back,’ and third comic image is Chrostin with a stank face passing by another runner who clearly didn’t give her the nod back, ending caption ‘I might as well never run again in my life.’ Followed by four images of the Spongebob series with different, but similar facial reactions and emotions.

I’m writing this with a heavy heart and a tired

I’m writing this with a heavy heart and a tired soul. I’m not going to numerate my specific experiences as a SEA woman because I’m tired of having to list them in order for people to believe me. I’m tired - no exhausted - of the sudden acts of surprise when anything (ever) happens like what happened in Atlanta.

It took me the exact seven stages of grief to be able to write this comic. I didn’t want to believe this yesterday. Waved it away, this is not real. Went straight back to work. Last night came the pain. The tears. The never ending knocking inside my head. This morning came the anger and sadness. A deeply rooted sadness that flares up every once in a while but is never fully gone either. And although I still don’t feel the upward turn, I am not and will not ever accept this. Ever. This comic are the first (and, for now) the only words I have. Check in with your Asian friends. They *actually* have a bad day.

New York Times — 8 Dead in Atlanta Spa Shootings, With Fears of Anti-Asian Bias. The man who police say went on a rampage at three spas in the Atlanta area has been charged with eight counts of murder in connection with the attacks. (18th of March, 2021)

corny 🌽 but I actually slept for the first time

corny 🌽 but I actually slept for the first time this week 👍🏽

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