Basically the life I dream of having if I was lonely and needed Harry to give me love.
One-shots/imagines/blurbs about Harry Styles.
Y/N - Your name because you're the cutest
tw; small mentions of food, body issues, bullying, eating disorder, anxiety
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Synopsis: Y/N is a plus size model and Harry is baby
Today was a big deal for Y/N. It was probably one of the biggest moments in her entire career and it truly felt like all her years of fighting for some kind of equality within the fashion industry were finally being heard.
There was still a lot of progress to be made but she couldn't contain her excitement when she received the call from Vogue Magazine who asked her to feature on the March edition of Vogue. It had only been a dream of hers, growing up with a mother who collected every Vogue magazine that had been released since her teen years. She never thought her dream would actually come true and she could only hope that people would see her on the cover and feel empowered by their body.
Y/N wasn't the traditional model. She had always wanted to be a model since her father took her pictures for all her Ballet recitals at the ripe age of six. She'd pose in her leotard in front of the camera, using her mother's lipstick to make herself seem more mature. Her parents were always in awe of her confidence growing up and loved how much she loved herself.
Eventually, she had to go to high school where her confidence wavered after many people would whisper about her in the corridors on the way to class. They'd call her ugly and laugh at how her uniform made her hips stick out. She had hit puberty at quite an early stage so she had developed in different areas of her body that other girls had yet to experience. Her boobs stretched her school shirt and people would always shame her for it when it wasn't even her fault.
She couldn't understand why her size made her different to anyone else and so, for a period of time, she found herself wanting to be anything but the size she was. She flicked through magazines and cut out pictures of models, glueing them around her mirror. She'd weigh herself every morning in hopes she'd drop a few pounds by avoiding the canteen at lunch times.
As time went on, she began to get frustrated when the numbers on the scales never changed and the way she looked didn't seem to either. She could never be one of those girls in the magazines simply because her body wouldn't let her.
"Sweetie what are you crying for?" Her mother had come to deliver her laundry and found her daughter crying on her bed, eyes red from all the tears she'd shed.
"I hate the way I look mama." She sobbed into her mother's chest who was rubbing a soothing hand up and down her back.
"Why my darling?" Her mother had known Y/N had been experiencing problems with her looks for a while but she wanted her daughter to come to her, to trust her.
"Everyone at school calls me ugly and fat! I'm trying to change but my hips are still too wide and I still have chub on my cheeks." She could go on for days, listing the things she had been brainwashed into thinking were wrong with her.
