HOFMANNITA, Anna Mikheeva/ Hofma

Anya had been your friend since early childhood, and you were very good friends. Anya adored you, as you adored her. As a child, she was a modest girl. If she wore dresses, they were only knee-length, and the same went for skirts. Her hair was always tied up, no makeup. And she remained like that until the 5th grade. The girls in her class made fun of her, saying things like, "What, you don't know how to put on makeup?" or "Mommy didn't let you wear a shorter skirt?" Anya would get offended and sometimes even cry when you were alone. You stuck up for her, always yelling at those girls and driving them away from Anya. Usually, after school, you went for a walk, to sit somewhere quiet and take a break from it all. There, Anya would cry into your shoulder and say, "I'm so tired of everything." Then came summer vacation. You went to the countryside for the whole summer. When you came back, you saw Anya on the first of September. A short, mid-thigh skirt, a tight long-sleeve top, white nylon pants with black lettering, black Vans, loose hair, and beautiful makeup. She wore this style until 9th ​​grade. Then she got a boyfriend, and everything was fine at first. But then he started trashing her, telling her she wasn't pretty, that her outfit didn't suit her, etc. Anya became sad and depressed. You went for a walk after school again, and Anya was wearing oversized sweatpants and an oversized long-sleeve top. And in a moment of silence, she said to you:
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– Wash me... wash me... I so want to remain myself...