Gloria  was originally born a horned scribble and then morphed into multiple heads with sharp teeth. Once she was given limbs she immediately forced herself into medieval castles. Her hands and feet flaunting overgrown nails, protruding through the castle windows and doors. She invades the image with her largeness, cramping herself into awkward positions with an unbothered smile.

Her attitude is something I aspire to have, which is to take up room unapologetically. Her appearance, too, being unkempt considers an idea of staleness.
But once again, Gloria is unfazed by her overgrown everything.