(a blurb from the Flatmate Series / pre-relationship)

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Y/N used to go through a phase when she would be self-conscious all the time. Seeing a bikini shot of an Instagram model could make her want to eat a bit less and starve a bit more just so she could feel a bit thinner.

Going college, she believed she’d grown out of that toxic mindset. She was eating normally and exercising regularly, and even if she still sometimes looked in the mirror after a shower and wished that her nose was a bit smaller and her waist a bit tinier, she wouldn’t consider doing something detrimental to her health in order to achieve that. She felt like everything was going fine. But then, she fell in love with her flatmate.

She had shamefully compared herself to the girls he’d brought back to their place way before she realised her feelings for him, but it wasn’t until then that she became more obsessed with looking more like them and less like…her. It felt like high school all over again with all the constant self-loathing, and she had to keep telling herself to never go back down that path. But every day it got a bit harder. Because those girls were real and not some edited photos on social media. And the thought that there were actual people who looked that attractive and she wasn’t one of them made her feel a lot more insecure.

(y/n) knows everything and harry feels bad for making things about him even though (y/n) insists she doesn’t mind

part one (citrine)

part two (opal)

part three (lepidolite)

part four (sodalite)

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