That was her worst nightmare that came to real life.
That Saturday morning. Anna rubbed her sleepy eyes, smearing the still unwashed remnants of yesterday's eye makeup, trying to unlock her phone with the other hand. She had to begin her routine – daily check up. This unpopular action was more than an entertainment, it was a serious habit. Anna knew that her mood depended on the fact that the number of likes on her new photo was bigger than on the previous one, and that the number of followers stayed the same.
While all the users perceived Instagram as a photo album, with the reactions from the closest ones, Anna knew it was not like that. Her account could be equated to a courtroom where the daily session of Anna's case takes place, and the judges would continuously continue to look for evidence that she is “not enough”. The judges, who knew better whether her new makeup compliments her, and if those jeans emphasize the beauty of her thin legs. And so, it's morning again, another meeting where the tired Anna would have to prove that today she deserves the favour of everyone present.
Like all convicts, Anna had a lawyer. Alice was Anna's friend since high school and the complete opposite of her past classmate, both outwardly and mentally. She was always there, always in touch, and had prepared a soothing speech in case of difficult sentences. And also an excuse in case Anna commits a scandal or quarrel somewhere outside the court with one of the jurors. Anna had a fantastic ability to create drama out of nothing and quarrel even with those whom she really valued.
But she knew, Alice was always there. A brave lawyer who found excuses from Anna's photoshopped photo, from shouting at those who disagreed with her, and condemning every girl in whom she saw only a competitor.
She always claimed to be a feminist, and always ended up saying misogynistic stuff about the girls she didn’t get on well with. But all these thoughts she was brave enough to say only to the small list of people on her phone, who were always eyewitnesses in the courtroom, and remained silent.
On the Friday night, the day before the worst morning of her life, she decided to go out for a cocktail meeting. The night was warm, her favourite silk cream dress was on, the high heels added a minimum of 10 cm to her middle height, and the makeup looked brilliant, everything complimented that soft featured face. She was ready to have fun, but mostly, to make content and post on her Instagram story, and was already craving all these likes she will get.
Anna and some of her friends arrived to their favorite trendy place “tcp” in the center of the city. The light were on and the dj was shouting from the inside. They entered the bar searching for the free sits, scanning the crowd that raged like a stormy sea. Anna’s brown eyes jumped from a person to person until suddenly they completely stopped. She hold a cold focus on the dark haired middle-sized girl in the green trousers and a black corset, hugging.
“Marina”, - whispered Anna on her own, while trying to burn from inside that girl with the sight she gave.
Two years ago Marina was Anna’s friend, but Anna ended their friendship when Marina started dating a guy they both had crush on.
One of her friends, Taya, interrupted Anna by jerking her hand to the side so she doesn’t get lost in the crowd. But Anna couldn’t keep her eyes from Marina. She continued to eat a girl with a look, analyzing each centimeter of her body. Anna starts to smile. “She gained weight, haha, she is not a model anymore, what is she talking about on her blog”- jumped out of Anna's lips, but wasn’t heard by any soul over the loud music. But the moment she noticed that Marina left the bar, she quickly returned her focus to her friends, and cocktails that were already standing on the table.
1,2,3,6… 9?
Anna walks home alone barefoot through the evening city.
The heels are in her hand, and in other she is holding her phone , trying to do a selfie with her drunk eyes and face with smudged make up.
“Hey girliesssss! You wouldn’t believe who I saw! That bitch Marina.. that rat… appeared to be at the bar, in the green … the pants wrapped around her fat thighs, from which the cellulite was visible..bruh.. what modeling is she even talking about?!”- says Anna, filming her Instagram story she will post to her “Close friends list”.
“How a girl over 60 kg can call herself beautiful? Anyways.. I’m glad me and you sis are not one of those ugly looooosers who deceive themselves by calling themselves beautiful, that would be so clueless LOL!”
She clicks “post”, and her phone immediately goes out of charge.
Little did she know, she accidentally posted those videos not to her “close friends list” but to her main account with 2000 followers.
She entered her flat quickly plugging her phone to the charger changed her dress to the sleeping clothes and smacked into the bed fully blacked out.
Saturday morning. She wakes up in her silly stupid pinky room, fixing her pajamas. Anna lowers her lazy hand down on the floor searching for the phone. She rubs her sleepy eyes, smearing the still unwashed remnants of yesterday's eye makeup, trying to unlock her phone with the other hand. So when she clicked on the Instagram icon this time, she received the irreversible sentence of this years-long court case. “Your account has been blocked due to a large number of user complaints."
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