gxg Taylor swift imagines Chapter 1

Prom queen

(Based on the song kinda) by beach bunny

Mentions of ed, calorie counting, and negative self image

"Shut up, count your calories" the voice of my mother ringing in the back of my head everyday as i stare at the food in front of me that was prepared by taylor

Dont get me wrong, i love her food and her of course, but i had to know the numbers. That was all that mattered these days.

"Uh- Tay, whats in this?" I look down at the dood then up at her

"Pasta, diced chicken, and meatballs, why do you ask?" She replied while taking a spoonful

"No im just, wondering" i grab my fork and twirl the noodles

I took a deep breath and put it in my mouth

No matter how good it tasted, all i could think about were the numbers. The fucking numbers.

Every bite i took was recorded into my brain. All i did was count and count and count. While i ate, beads of sweat dripped down my face

"Sweetheart?" I hear an angelic voice call put

"Mm- mhm?" I looked up quickly

"You alright there?" She chuckled needlessly

"Oh, yeah yeah im all good. The food's amazing but im kind of full from lunch just now" i try to convince her that i actually ate lunch and that i was full

"Its alright then you dont need to finish it baby" she smiled at me

I internally cheered for myself as i grabbed my plate and went to clean it

"We need to go grocery shopping later y/n we have to stock up on some stuff"

"Okay Tayy"

Time skip

I was pushing the trolley down the snack aisle as Taylor was looking at some different cereal options and i notice my favorite snack, Ruffles chips

I reached out to grab the bag but i hesitated when i heard that voice again

"Shut up, count your calories" and i dropped my hand back to my side

"Hey! Its your favorite snack babe, we should get a bag" she put it in the trolley and i couldnt do anything about it as she walked away

Shes so pretty. I thought to myself, blue eyed blondie, perfect body. She's amazing. And im just, well im just me. Not amazing, not perfect. Far from perfect.

I sigh as i walk to taylor at the cash register.

When we got home, i grabbed the bag of chips and turned it to the back, to look at the nutritional information, just to count in the calories and see if i could eat even abit

"Baby?" Taylor called out from behind me
"What are you looking at"

"Uh- uhhh im-" my voice faltered between words and she notices

"Sweetheart i told you not to look at the calories"
She rubbed my back

"I know, im just-" i had my hand in my hair and a sat down from frustration

"I-i cant be perfect" i said quietly as my eyes started watering

"baby.. i dont need you to be perfect, i just need you to be healthy and happy." She sat beside me as i try to catch a hold on my breath

"M-my mom used to compare me.. to other people and i- i dont think i got rid of that habit.."

Taylor  cupped my face and said "Darling, you are the most gorgeous girl ive seen. Dont compare yourself to others okay? It doesnt help."

Once she said that i broke down in her arms. And she continued holding me for about half an hour when i decided to get my shit together

I got out of her arms and said "im sorry tay, im such a mess"

"Y/n. You. Are. Perfectly. Perfect."