The other day, My therapist asked me to draw what I think of the devil. I handed her the paper, she stared at it, confused. It was a poorly doodled sketch of myself.
“Do you think you’re evil?” She asked.
“Not exactly.” I explain. “I feel like her sometimes. She had angel wings, she was right close to God yet she still chose to fall. I do that everyday, I know God is there but I choose to turn away.”
She nodded. “So when you think of the devil, what one word would you use to describe her?”
“The same word I use to describe myself-Ugly” I reply.
She then asked me to draw something ugly. I knew she’d be annoyed If I drew another portrait of myself, so I drew a monster instead.
“Why do you think the monster is ugly?” she asked.
I dove into my thoughts. “Viewers perception of him” I say.
She nodded again. “So maybe…You see this monster, or yourself, as ugly not because you are—but because thats how you’ve been taught to see yourself as.”