𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤 <𝟛 | Denki x Reader

Echo | Chapter Two

The mirror stares back at me. Following my every movement, staring at my figure. Analysing. My eyes stare back at the mirror, almost taunting it. No challenging it.

The funny thing about modeling. The mirror is your bestfriend but also your enemy.

Critiquing my every flaw and every imperfection. The eyebags gracing my other wise perfect face, the minimal bloating on my stomach, and my chestbones not being visible enough.

I got closer to the mirror, I was only wearing my bra and underwear. I turned to the side of the mirror, staring at my stomach, almost daring it to try and ruin my hard work and efforts.

I stare at the flat surface, not flat, concaved. I looked gorgeous. The perfect trophy, a perfect puppet. The perfect epitome of discipline.

I walk into my bathroom, the white tiles cold against my bare feet, sending a chill up my spine and noticeable goosebumps littered my soft clear skin. I crouched down to the bathroom cabinet and pulled out a black digital scale. I placed it onto the tiled bathroom floor.

I unclipped my bra, and slipped my underwear off. Placing my feet onto the scale, awaiting for the numbers, awaiting to see if I deserved a treat or a punishment.

The scale reads;

42.4kg

I let out a sigh of relief, my body physically relaxing. I stepped off of the scale and placed it into the cupboard before putting my clothes on. I was wearing a (f/c) baggy oversized sweater and grey sweatpants. I sluggishly walk to my bed and plopped on it, falling onto the bedsheets.

I mean everybody knows models go to extreme lengths to keep their physique. We're models for a reason, we have won the genetic lottery, and are supposed to be admired for our appearance.

So why should I self-sabotage what I have and what I've built for myself?

Exactly.

I won't.

No matter what it takes.