Okay, Anon? I know this might be meant as a compliment, I’ve said similar things myself in the past and thanks for the intent behind it, buuuuut it’s seriously uncomfortable. No artist anywhere wants to be the reason someone gives up, unless they’re a great big bag of assholes.
I’m going to let you in on a thing; I could sit here and point out everything that’s terrible to me about everything I’ve ever done, even the stuff I’m mostly happy with. Point me at something I was proud of when I finished it and I probably now hate it and want to do it over. Being on the creating end, you know how your sausage is made; you know the corners you cut and the colours you got wrong, the reference you should have used but didn’t because lazy, and what you’re not great at. Almost nobody else who sees your work is looking at anything but the damn tasty sausage. Comparing yourself to others gets you nowhere (a thing that’s taken me a shameful amount of time to start taking to heart), especially when you could be learning from them.
Also! I’m thirty three. In Tumblr terms, I’m practically from the fucking Devonian period, creaking and reminiscing about swimming with trilobites. According to my mom, I’ve been at this basically since I was three. I drew on anything I could get my hands on. I drew in schoolbooks, on my desk, on my tests, whenever I was bored, and being both way above reading level and probably harboring unaddressed ADD (among other things), that was a LOT. In high school, I was uncomfortable if I didn’t have my sketchbook on me at all times, and I went to a four-year art college. In short, I’ve had an incredible amount of practice not only drawing, but at looking at things from the perspective of wanting to draw them. The concept of talent is a filthy rotten lie; all there is, is learning wherever you can and working to understand that learning, and the satisfaction when those things come together and make something awesome, thus driving you to continue doing it.