SHE IS CALLED
RED
Can you accept the fact that you
cannot wear short pants in the Summer Two years ago, I left my hometown
and travelled to Nepal. While I was
time? I cannot. It would be trivial and
not a big deal in life, you might think, but
I did not think like this at that moment. I
was just so frustrated and I hated myself
for getting red patches, which meant I
was no longer as “normal” as the others.
As for the “difference”, I was rejected travelling through the rugged mountains
and endless stepped fields, I met a girl.
She had the same red patches on her
body. An amazing friendship develops so
easily when someone shares same
characteristics with you. She wore a pair
of vintage pants and a red vest. There
by my inner self again and again. It was
easy for Red to draw me back to the time
when I have been feeling depressed.
When I looked at her or when I was
putting soft cream on her, I thought I
was weird and ugly. It was incredibly
hard for me to love myself. Love, yet,
became a distant and forgotten thing in
my life, like my memories of having care
from my parents and praising myself in
the past. Red was here for me, around
five years ago, I felt helpless and my life
was terrible. were small and irregular shapes of red
patches on her neck. I remembered that
day I was so curious about her patches
and compared hers and mine. You know,
humans are interesting. We always want
to find identical traits to ensure that we
are not alone. I used to be quite lonely
since I had not found someone like me. I
wept in the rain. I thought I was the only
one who encountered Red. Yet, Red has
been given a new meaning in my life
after I listened to the story of that girl.
We started to chitchat every time
when we were hiking through the
mountains. She told me that it took her
Accepting
many years to learn how to love herself.
IT Magazine / April Issue
18