The Drunk Text of Womanhood

I was lamenting my hormonal woes and how they can lead me to feel out of control of my emotions when the menstrual monster is lurking under the bed. A friend commented “It’s like the drunk text of womanhood.” That phrase was so apt. I knew I had to draw it in some capacity.

Well, here she is. There will probably be an on-canvas version of her at some point.