Thread: I'll Make You Love Yourself (MoistCake & Herne)

Leaning over the bathroom sink Freya tried her best not to cry, adjusting her glasses as she looked on into the mirror, then staring down to her ripped skirt, it was torn at the front just a bit. Revealing more of her soft pale skin, those plump, shapely thighs. She cursed herself for not skipping gym, those girls were so vicious, she'd forgotten her gym strip and one of the girls decided to trip her on the field, laughing at how slow she was. Telling her she was too fat to forget her gym strip and run, she'd just be stinky and gross later. All these things just sent sharp daggers to her heart, her weight was a very sensitive subject for the girl and despite still having curves, a beautiful, innocent face and big brown eyes Freya thought herself hideous. She clung to the fabric of her big baggy sweater, although it hid her stomach and was a bit too long for her arms it didn't hide her plump chest, it pushed out against the fabric, straining it although on the rest of her it was so baggy. A plaid blue skirt underneath, ripped at the front, white thigh-thighs and a pair of white sneakers on her feet. Her long dark hair pushed back with a couple clips. She picked up her messenger bag once more, slinging it over her shoulder before walking out of the bathroom. Having gathered herself the girl thought about going to see the counselor, he'd always been a sweet man, even thought it'd taken a while for her to open up, she'd just recently begun telling him what the other classmates do on a day to day basis.. She'd been sent to him so many times, when the girl was found crying or if something happened in class... Ever since grade eight when this all started. But before recently she'd been a very shy, submissive girl who simply didn't want to talk about it. Yet Freya found herself drawn to his office again, she wanted to talk to him, realizing maybe she could really trust him? Her parents were always at work trying to pay off the house and send her to school, she didn't have too many friends because she was a rather shy girl. And people didn't seem to warm up to her quite easily, it was hard for her to talk to anyone to begin with.. Reaching the main waiting room for the four counselors that took care of each grade the receptionist peeked up to see the girl, dewy eyed and seeming troubled, before Freya could say anything the pretty blonde woman spoke up, Yes, he's in but keep in mind its after school miss Freya. She lectured, it was his time to gather himself and get ready to go home, Freya nodded to her, walking over to his door. Even at times she felt adults judging her as well, that receptionist has many a time looked her up and down.. By this time the girl felt completely hideous, like she was worthless and ugly. It was gnawing at her self esteem and self worth, she just wanted to disappear sometimes.. But deep down of course the girl just wanted to be happy. Freya peeked into his office, stepping in and standing awkwardly by the door, H..Hello, sorry to bug you after school.. She let out softly, it would be easy to notice her sad expression, like she was about to cry, her ripped skirt and shaky soft words. Once again she'd been bullied, Freya wondered if he was already sick of her coming around.. Freya always felt better after a talk with him, she almost felt like he was a real.. Friend?