SHE IS CALLED
RED
then burst into tears because of fear.
When you are still reading this story, clothes. Hiding seemed like a way for
people to cover all those flaws they do
you might have some ideas about my
friend, or you might still question
whether she is a person or not. My
friend has a name, but I did not like the
way she called herself, so I gave her a
new name, one that was easier for me to
recognise her with. Her name is Red. not want to disclose to others. When
facing uncertainty, people would usually
be in extreme panic and get mad about
everything that surrounds them. Well, I
am not sure whether everyone would
share the same feeling, but you can
imagine that people often deny and
Red is not a person and if you have
already guessed so, you would be right.
Red is composed of small patches and
she has been staying on my body parts
for a few years. She had no intention to
kill me, but she brought me lots of
trouble and shame… and motivation
towards life. dislike themselves when they catch a
disease, at least at the beginning. For
me, I greatly struggled with thoughts of
killing myself when I first encountered
Red.
For nearly five years, I have been
learning to accept her as one of my body
parts. My father must have been worried
about me. My mother, after all the time
she spent crying, must have been
thinking of ways to help me. Yes, I know
they are the ones who are standing by
my side, opening their arms and giving
me a hug while hoping for my recovery,
both mentally and physically.
Rejecting
Because of Red, I did not think I was
worth to be loved. I was nothing but a
girl who was covered by red patches on
her body. No one would notice them
because I was good at hiding myself, you
know, I could easily do it thanks to my
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But, can I truly accept Red that easily?
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