It’s been fun!

This is not my only tumblr account, and over the past month, I’ve grown tired of juggling two logins. Yeah, yeah, I know you can make more than one tumblr on the same account, but I didn’t want to.
My first tumblr is this tumblr, a weightloss tumblr. I made it so that I could bask in the support network that you can’t really find anywhere else, and post honestly about numbers and sizes that would really feel out of place on an art blog. I didn’t think it was any of my comic’s readers’ business what I was putting in my mouth, and didn’t feel like they’d be interested in photos of things I’ve cooked, or riveting stories about how little self-esteem I used to have. It was an outlet that filled a particular need, and my issue now is that I don’t know if I have that particular need anymore.
Since September 2010, I’ve been literally working my ass off. As of today, I’ve lost 57.6lbs total, gone down from a size 24 to an 18 in pants, and from XXL to M-L in shirts, and I’m still going. I’m happy with life, and even though I still have another 60lbs to lose to be at the weight I want, I know I will get there. I’m happy with me. And so, after a certain point, I had to re-evaluate my tumblr habits.
When I open up my dash on my weight loss blog, I am greeted with photos of food, inspirational quotes, people’s personal meltdowns and triumphs and most notably (at least in terms of sheer volume), creepy ‘thinsperation’ pictures. I cannot fathom what is so appealing about posting up pictures of girls who are little more than skeletons and then aspiring to BE them, or like them. It weirds me right the fuck out.
On top of that, the kind of attention I get on my weight loss blog is beginning to make me uncomfortable. I am NOT my weight. That is not the only thing I have in common with people, and I am not comfortable with the idea that, to some of the people that watch me, that’s all I am. I am an artist. I draw. I do comics, graphic design, illustration. I’m good at it. If people want to know anything about me, they can find out by watching my drawings, or enjoying the things I share. Knowing what the scale says when I step on it doesn’t mean a thing, and it provides no hints about what kind of person I am.
When I open up my dash on my sketch blog, I am bombarded with gifs, memes and glorious art and photos—things I actually enjoy.
So no contest, right?
In a way, this little ramble is kind of an apology to both places that I intend to post this. A sorry to those who follow my weightloss tumblr because I’ll be closing it down in the next week or so, and a sorry to those who read my sketch blog, which can be found here. With no place to talk solely about my personal life anymore, it is totally going to spill over onto my sketch blog. I’m okay with that.

