colors of society #wattys2017 [completed]

dark pink.

My BODY isn't flawed, your thinking is. #UniquelyMe
- Stephanie Lahart
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It was a rainy day when I first spoke to Annabel.
More and more she drifted away from herself, from her being.
Transforming into a stranger to herself.
She was sitting on a bench.
The rain kept falling merciless.
Hitting her again and again, drop after drop.

Silently I took place next to her, asking her
'What are you waiting for?'
'I don't know'
'Why?'
'I'm unsure...'
'Of what?'
'Why-why do you care'
'Why shouldn't I?'
'Because nobody does.'
'No Annabel, the problem is that you don't care about yourself'
'Does it always feel this good having someone care for you?'
'Do you know what feels even better?'
'What?'
'Loving yourself.'
'How can I?'
'Why CAN'T you?'
'There is nothing to love'
'There is so much to love Annabel'
'Not any more'

She left me sitting that day, going after those who would leave her as an open shell.