I live quiet, but my art speaks loud.

In the solitude cast by my parents' divorce, art emerged as my voice. It is my rebellion against the silent suffering imposed by societal neglect and the pain of gender bias. My illustrations are a direct confrontation with the world's indifference—a raw, visceral outcry against period shaming and the injustices women endure.

When my mother jokingly deceived me by saying that the sanitary pad I accidentally saw on her pants was a diaper, I was curious; when the store clerk covered the women's sanitary products I bought with a dark plastic bag, I was puzzled; when I heard endless arguments on the Chinese internet over whether to sell sanitary pads on high-speed trains, I was angry. This anger fuels my creations, transforming menstrual products into characters that challenge patriarchy's stigmas. Every line I draw, every color I blend, is laden with the rage of overlooked womanhood. I don't just create; I demand change, I fight stereotypes, and I expose the torture disguised as tradition.

My art is my protest, my solidarity with every woman's unseen battle. It is my unyielding quest to ensure our collective pain, beauty, and resilience are not just observed but felt deeply and responded to with action.