Ariana Grande Imagines

Your Body

(Fun fact: I used to be very insecure about my body, as I have hip dips, wide shoulders, and stretch marks. I have grown to not care anymore, but being a high school girl surrounded by judgy teenagers all the time makes me feel horrible about myself.)

Y/N POV:

I frowned at myself in the mirror, judging my appearance.

I had just gotten out of the shower and now I'm staring at my ugly body. I was wearing some pajama shorts and a olive green tank top. I rested my hands on my stomach, cringing at how I looked. The door to the bathroom open and Ariana walked in, holding a towel to supposedly go shower.

"Hey hon." She said, placing her change of cloths on the counter.

I didn't reply, making her frown and wrap her arms around my waist. She pressed her lips to my shoulder and swayed our bodies.

"What wrong?" She asked softly, meeting my gaze in the mirror. 

"Nothing, I'm just annoyed." I replied, shifting uncomfortably.

"With?"

I paused, not wanting to tell her my problem. But when I looked at her comforting brown orbs, I slumped my shoulders and caved in.

"My body. I'm ugly and fat. I hate myself."

Ari's face changed from worry to disbelief in a hot second. She flipped me around to face her and  held a stern expression.

"Y/N Y/M/N Grande you did not just say that." She said, raising her voice slightly. 

I hung my head, not wanting to meet her eyes. I felt bad for saying those things but they are true, I do hate my body. She placed her fingers under my chin and gently pulled my face up, rubbing my cheek with her thumb.

"You are a gorgeous, alluring, and absolutely perfect person. Your body is not ugly, and you are definitely not fat. Everything about you is beautiful, even your flaws. Your birthmarks, your freckles, your eyes, your lips, your scars; you are so pretty. Don't ever let anyone tell you that you are disgusting."

I felt tears well up in my eye at her words and I broke down on her shoulder, letting all of my sadness and insecurities drain out. She held me through all of it, scratching my back with her nails. Eventually my crying stopped and I leaned into her touch, her grip tightening around my body.

"Thank you Ari." I mumbled after a few minutes of silence.

"Of course baby, I just want you to be confident. I'm so in awe of you, don't forget that." She said, kissing me softly.

I smiled against her lips, happy to have her to support me.

Hey hey!

I'm teaching two kids how to swim today and I'm kinda scared and kinda excited.