My dove

Let me help you| h&c

*Authors note~ I feel like I've done similar to this for Larissa but wanted to give Lesso a shot*

Trigger warnings~ eating disorder self harm

Prompt~ tumblr anon~ Could you please do a lady lesso X reader where r really struggles with body image and due to this developed an eating disorder. R got really good at hiding their eating habits until one day lesso walks in on r getting changed and sees how thin they are as well as the sh scars that cover their lower half. Lesso sees the fear in r but doesn't say anything and just comforts r when they breakdown explaining it all to her and how they want to get better they just don't know how.
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Being a teenage girl sucks. This no other way to put it. After all there was so much pressure on young teenagers these days. You didn't take pressure too well. You tired your hardest to fit in with your peers, even if that meant you didn't have the most healthiest methods of doing so.

You hated it. Hated everything really. But more so your hated how you felt in your own skin. You couldn't see anything good about you, there was always things to change or tweak and that was why you did the only thing you knew how. You cut. In fact you did so much that your thighs were littered in cuts and scars all in different stages of healing. You wondered how much free skin you actually had left to mark up. Yet it didn't provide you with enough relief from the emotional and mental pain. You cut out eating regular meals, often only eating small things once a day.

You didn't want to be like this, you knew you needed to stop but every time your promise yourself you wouldn't do it no more you managed to slip up and fall right back into the same old patterns and routines. No one knew about it, your embarrassment prevented you from reaching out. But it soon became clear that without help, you wouldn't be able to get any better without some support.

Your parents weren't an option and you didn't want to put it on any of your friends. So truly you didn't know who to turn to. You'd managed to hide for months so hiding some more wouldn't be any different. Until one day hiding wasn't an option anymore.

You had to change and as much as you hated to see your body you couldn't stay in your soaked clothing. One by one you pealed off every article of drenched clothing, leaving you stood in some now fresh undergarments. You were quick to shove on your shirt, opting to hide your stomach over the scars. But that's when she came in.

There you stood scars on full display in front of the Dean or Evil. You felt your stomach drop, the one Dean who didn't like weakness and her you stood showing the biggest weaknesses of all. Your own mind and emotions, showing just how vulnerable you truly where. With wide eyes she snapped her fingers and you were now clothed as she made her way to you. "What was that sweetheart?" Her tone was soft and almost mother like, immediately making your plans to push her away crumble.

You told her everything, all the reasons what you did to your own skin and how you did it. You told her how you stopped going to the food hall and how you wished to just fit in somewhere. To feel comfortable in your own body and someday learn to love it. But you couldn't tell family and your friends didn't deserve to be burdened by you, so you felt alone. During your explanation, tears had began to fall silently as she assessed your condition. How has she missed all the signs? Now taking in how broken you were feeling it was was obvious what was going on.

She sat with you as you cried reminding you that you no longer had to be alone and she would help you through. She shared stories of her own struggles with confidence and promised you that you were perfect in your own right, bodies are different that's what makes us all unique and each body deserves the love and care it should have. You were truly choked up by her words and decided here and now you would do anything to get better and with the help of Lady Lesso it didn't seem so impossible anymore.

Word count~ 762