A Harvest of Memories

Velveteen could feel the eyes of all those who passed them as they walked elegantly through the park.

Even with the designer sunglasses and beautiful silk scarf, the fact that they were a public figure made anonymity a bit tricky.

Some were bold enough to approach them to ask for an autograph or a selfie, but others just watched from the distance.

But fall had finally arrived and, luckily for them, everyone seemed much more focused on enjoying the view or the various activities that accompanied the season than on paying attention to them.

The peaceful landscape stretched out before Velveteen's eyes, a view painted in shades of crimson, gold and orange that made the station's trees look like they were always on fire.

They let out a soft sigh, feeling a weight come off their shoulders as they allowed themselves to be consumed by the breathtaking view before them, while finding a comfortable spot on one of the many benches that surrounded the place.

A gentle breeze whispered through the air, carrying with it the crisp scent of fallen leaves, earthy undertones and even the delightfull smell of freshly baked pies.

Velveteen shut their eyes, allowing the breeze to caress their face, the sensation transporting them to a place of tranquillity. The rustling of the leaves provided a soft symphony of nature's melodies, each note harmonizing with the gentle swaying of the trees.

A soft smile appeared on Velveteen's lips as they opened their eyes, observing the scene before them.

And so Velveteen sat there.

Observing and thinking.

In front of them, each leaf seemed to have its own story to tell, as it performed a graceful twirl in the air before gently descending to join its fallen companions on the ground.

Velveteen's mind wandered as they watched the leaves dancing in the breeze, the way they shed their old leaves to make way for new growth.

It was almost a metaphor for their own journey, from a sickly, insecure bun to a successful talented model.

Velveteen's mind took off, flying through the memories like leaves floating on the breeze. They still remembered the days spent in solitude, confined to their room, with only fashion magazines and a stuffed toys as constant companions.

As they gazed at the vibrant foliage, Velveteen couldn't help but think of those dolls that had once captivated their imagination.

Each glossy page of the fashion magazines they clung to was like a portal to a world where beauty knew no bounds.

They remember spending hours and hours enraptured in the allure of those pages, in the intricate details of each outfit, in the impeccable symmetry of the models' faces. It was a form of escapism that almost turned into obssession, a reality where illness had no place and insecurities were almost like scary fairy tales.

The dolls in those magazines became their companions, their muses, their source of inspiration.

Each doll possessed an unattainable perfection that Velveteen longed to embody, but which at the time always seemed out of reach.

 As they sat on the bench, surrounded by the vibrant hues of autumn, their mind traveled down the winding path of nostalgia.

A gust of wind swept through the air, causing the leaves to flutter and dance around them.  The trees that once adorned in vibrant green foliage, were now surrendering their leaves to the ground below. 

Memories of a lifetime, but which at the same time seemed to have happened yesterday.