EAT ME” was written on the cake. She had doubts if it was wise enough to follow somebody else’s – a stranger – advice. But she promised herself that she would chase the adventure, wherever it would bring her.  

She didn’t know who baked that cake, nor who left it there. She just wanted to have a different perspective on the world and try something else for once. Dream, achieve, discover.

The cake was soft in the right spots and crunchy on the rest. She loved it. It had chocolate and strawberries and cream. It tasted like freedom – she thought.
What if I eat a little more?” – even before she finished to think those words, she became smaller and smaller. She couldn’t even understand how small. There was something in that cake, then?

She didn’t want to think she was that stupid. Follow someone else’s advice and get trapped. This wasn’t her. She needed to be strong and stand up. Well, she was barely three feet tall now… 

EAT ME” she read again on the cake. She ate few words out of that, but she could still see the line. Well, what worse could happen? So, she ate another piece of cake. And… she became bigger and bigger, probably the size of a house. There was no space to contain her. So she wondered – while freaking out like crazy – if that cake had some meaning to her existence? What if she needed to use it for better purposes in her life?  

DRESS: PopJulia

Photos by theweirdycat

If she had that cake when she was in school, she would eat it, so she could slip under her desk and run away. She could listen to people’s conversation in the courtyard. She could climb up a tree and hide herself when she felt like it. If she ate it again, she would be so big that she could fight all the bad people she met. She could make them scared and she could help the ones in need. But this thought scared her a little bit… she became some sort of super hero?

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