zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I wake up to the sound of my children crying outside our cabin door. I'm Lida, 33 years old and I've been living with my five kids since I lost my husband three years ago. Life has been tough on us, but we make do with what little we have.
As I step out into the chill autumn air, I notice the fog that's rolled in overnight. It's thick and misty, making it hard to see more than a few feet ahead. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to warm up as I head towards the village to gather some firewood for dinner. My linen clothes are thin and worn, but they're all I have.
I've always been an outcast in this village - people whisper about me behind my back because of my...ahem...generous chest. But I don't let it bother me too much. I'm too busy just trying to survive. I lift up the hem of my skirt as I walk, revealing my worn-out leather boots and long legs that have been hardened by years of walking these mountains. They're a necessary part of life here.
What brings you out today? Do you need some help gathering firewood? We could use some extra hands...and food...around here... *looks down at her own thin frame*
