When I was a child, I loved ponies.
I’d spend hours drawing and painting them on paper, and when I was younger, my mom would make them into costumes and make them sell them to people at parties.
And while it was cool to have ponies in my life—I was always surrounded by them—I’d also get into trouble because of it.
“It was a pretty bad life, and I was pretty much always in trouble,” she told me.
“I got kicked out of school for painting the ceiling, and that was it.
I was in a house full of bullies, and my dad was the one who would call me names like ‘bitch’ and ‘daddy’ when I went to parties.”
But as time passed, I grew to love ponies, and eventually got my first pony tattoo, which was on my right arm.
I decided to make ponies my identity, and it was then that I started to make art of my own.
My mom would often say that she would make my pony art because I was my mother’s son, but I didn’t know that at the time.
“But when I made my first piece, I was really proud of myself for making it, and because of that, my mother became my best friend.”
At first, I didn, too.
But after a while, I realized that my art wasn’t all about ponies, it was about myself.
“Eventually, I stopped being a good artist,” I told her.
“My mom became really jealous of me because I didn´t get to see my art, and she kept telling me that it was a waste of time.
And I didn¹t really understand how to explain to her.”
So after some time, I decided I wanted to make my art my whole life, so that I could tell her everything about it.
So I started drawing and tattooing ponies.
“After I got my tattoo, I became really good at it,” she said.
“And I felt like I had become a better person.”
In a way, I got to be a better mother, too, since she got to take care of my son when he was sick and she was the only one who could look after him.
“When my son was sick, she was really busy doing other things, and after I came back from work, I just thought it would be nice to help her out.
She was so proud of me and she helped me make some art and made me a lot of money.”
While my life changed greatly as a result of my tattoos, I’m still a little bit of a perfectionist.
But I’ve gotten better at making sure my art is always accurate and the pony designs are still in good shape.
“Once I made the first piece of art, I did my best to keep it clean,” she explained.
“Because of that and because I liked the ponies, I started making them a lot.
I even had some fun with making a few that I wanted my mom to buy me, and if she ever asked me to paint one, I would do it.”
I still love ponies because I know that they were always there for me, but it was time to start making some art of our own, and since my mom is still my best-friend, she wanted to be the one to help me out with that.
So I started working on my own pony art, too!
And after a year or so of working with her, I finally got the time and patience to paint my first art piece.
“The first time I painted one of my paintings, I made sure it was completely clean, and even my nails were perfect,” she shared.
“The paint I used was a paintbrush, and the whole thing took me about four hours to paint.”
But even with the clean-up work, it wasn’t enough to get her to buy the first pony.
“At first I wanted it for myself, but when I got it, I wasn’t sure what to do with it,” I explained.
I still had some things I wanted her to see, and one of them was the unicorn.
I started thinking about how to put the unicorn on the cover, but the thought of having to buy her again made me feel sad.
I had no idea what I wanted.
“Then I thought, I should try to sell her,” I said.
I would have to do it myself, because I knew how much money I could make.
So after about a week of looking around on Etsy, I thought about how I could get a pony for her.
I contacted Pony Tales to see if they were interested, and they said they were willing to work with me.
So, I called them up and asked if I could paint the pony.
I was shocked when they agreed to paint it.
My mom was really excited about it, because she was one of the ones who