Drawing has always been a favorite hobbie of mine. Except for the fact that I never let anyone look at my drawings after they were finished, I always thought they were ugly. So after I drew them I would hide them under my bed.
One day my mom found them and asked me why I hid them. I told her how I felt and she suggested I took drawing lessons. So I did, as I went up the stairs to the classroom, I got more and more nervous. The teacher opened the door and welcomed me in. She quickly got my a huge drawing notebook and real drawing pencils, and she sat me down in my own little table. By now I was terrified. How was I going to draw like the rest of the class? I looked around me and saw all of these amazing drawing on the wall. I didn't know where to start.
The teacher came over with some magazines and told me to pick a page with my eyes closed, I did to my surprise it was a head shot of this beautiful woman. Then the teacher drew a sketch and started to watch me add the details. Slowly I began to draw and even though I had to erase a whole bunch of time I drew her.
It turned out pretty good, even the teacher was impressed and she quickly gave me another picture. Week by week I got better and better. I also felt more comfortable showing my drawings. One week as I was walking to my table I noticed a new picture on the wall. It was mine! My name was on it, in
big bold letters.
After that moment I learned not everything you do turns out perfect but with a little practice you can get pretty close. Also I learned that what may be ugly for you may be beautiful for somebody else. All of us are always insecure at some point but we must learn to accept our "flaws" and make them into works of art.