I didn’t know people never found any single color in me, not even a red. It’s always been dull, monotone, black and white, anything but a mention of color. “That poor little child, how miserable,” said them, staring at me in pity. Fragile one, whose feet so weak that they stood up in panic as I let out whispering hiss, thought I need something to hold onto before it collapses. Told me to not starve myself but I was too confused to even swallow the served dinner meal. Teeth bites an inch then my plate is empty, God, I couldn’t remember the last time I was eating without a thought in my head.