Diggy Imagines

Pretty Hurts

I ran on the treadmill until I felt dizzy. I stumbled to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at my sweaty face.

I closed my eyes and hovered over the toilet. I slowly stuck my pointer finger to the back of my throat and began to gag.

I waited for my stomach to turn then I removed my fingers.

I threw up into the toilet.

YN-*Catch your breath and sigh*

Diggy-*Clears his throat as he stood in the doorway* So...please tell me you don't do this every day.

YN-Like you care Diggy.

I stood up and began to brush my teeth.

Diggy-Why wouldn't I care YN!? Your perfect why do you make yourself throw up?

YN-Like you just said...*Rinse your mouth out* I'm perfect. *Shrug*

Diggy-Is being a model so important to you that you do this everyday?!

YN-YES! ALL I'VE EVER WANTED WAS TO JUST BE SKINNY AND PRETTY! WHATS WRONG WITH THAT!?

I was so furious that I turned and punched the mirror.

I heard glass shatter as Diggy grabbed me by my waist and pulled me towards him to prevent me getting hit by the glass.

Diggy-Are you okay? *Looks down at you*

YN-I'm... Perfect.

Diggy looked at the glass on the floor and the blood splatters on the sink.

Diggy-Lemme see your fist ma.

I showed him my hand that was bloody and swollen.

Diggy-*Sighs*

Diggy took me upstairs into his bathroom and grabbed a first aid kit.

He cleaned up my fist and then wrapped it up.

YN-Thank you. You whispered.

Diggy-*Pecks your lips* Baby girl let me tell you something. I'd rather have a thick girl who eats pizza and wears sweatpants than a skinny girl who makes herself throw up and runs 5 miles a day. You don't have to push yourself so hard. I love you the way you are.

YN-*Sniffle* What if I lose my job because I gain weight Diggy?

Diggy-Then we'll make you a BBW model.

YN-*Giggle* Can we go get some pizza.

Diggy-*Pecks your lips* You want bacon on it?

YN-Extra bacon.

Diggy-*Smiles*