How’s your life now? One question that made me realize how fast my life had changed in almost every aspect. It turned out into a difficult question to me. Twelve years ago I saw a girl in a sweet white dress. I stared into her innocent eyes, she stared back to me as if she was sending a code through her eyes. I couldn’t understand. Did she screamed? Cried? Or shared a happiness? Till her eyes broke into a tears. She was scared, felt discriminated, confused where she was belong to, she lost her self in a very young age. Nothing to hide. She screamed but no one heard. She definitely belong to nothing. Stood on herself. Ignored by the universe. Six years ago I found the same girl. She had gown up. Same dress, different color. Red. It could be blood, or ink. Almost nothing fat left on her body. Skeleton. She must be sacrified to get what she had now. She had a disease. Something that she made it by herself. A disease that made her obsessed about beauty. No one realized,