𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲

22- 𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆 𝗜𝘀 𝗔 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲

TW: Mentions of ED's
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Yet another magazine laid in front of Estela. She knew she shouldn't even glance at it, but she couldn't help it.

Estela was a self-proclaimed people pleaser, always caring about other's opinions above her own. Whether it be her outfits or her lifestyle, she always listened to what people had to say.

It was a toxic trait, forced upon her as she began to get judged. The criticism of, not only journalists, but random, normal people, bringing her down for everything you could possibly be brought down for.

She was too fat.

Her breasts were too small.

She was too tall.

All of these comments were left on her social media in the space of ten seconds. What they didn't know was that these sentences took a huge toll on her.

When they had called her fat, she was in the stages of recovering from an eating disorder. Proud of herself, she went home with a smile on her face, checking her phone to see those hateful messages.

She was bulimic, so the first thing her mind forced her to do was go straight to the fridge and grab anything. Estela didn't care if it was out of date, she just needed to eat, knowing she would end up in front of the toilet bowl yet again- but she told herself she didn't care.

Of course, she did- more than she'd ever like to admit.

So, there she was, sitting on a stool in the kitchen with that magazine in front of her. Models and reality stars adorned the cover, but she couldn't help but notice her own face in the corner.

"Can't even get a star feature" Estela muttered to herself, chuckling slightly though it was laced with sadness.

She couldn't hold herself back anymore.

There she was, looking in the index to find the article about her. Not only about her, but about numerous models.

"Estela Maldonado: potential model to a personal trainer's disaster?"

She couldn't stop herself from reading into the article, it was like the pages were already turning for her.

"Spotted: Estela Maldonado eating a hefty amount of takeout, does she really need to eat that much? According to numerous sources, she hasn't even been visiting her personal trainer and is showing no regrets for what food enters her body-"

"That's it, you're not reading this damn thing" a feminine voice spoke, grasping the magazine and freeing it from Estela's grasp.

"Give it back-" Estela started but was cut off when she saw the woman standing in front of her. Ines Maxwell.

"No, you're not reading the bullshit they write about you- it's fucking disgusting" Ines muttered, walking over to the bin and disposing of the magazine.

"Hey, do you want some pizza? Delivery guy said the room it was ordered to was empty" Ines told her, pulling out a stool next to her and sitting down, opening the box to reveal a pineapple loaded Hawaiian pizza.

"No, thanks- I'm not really hungry" Estela replied.

"I know you're lying, love" Ines spoke, a kindness in her voice as she looked at Estela, who was trying her best to avoid eye contact with her.

"If it's about what's in that magazine, it's a load of shit. Do you know what they said at the beginning of Kim Kardashian's pregnancy?" Ines rhetorically asked, knowing that she wasn't going to get an answer but she just wanted Estela to look at her.