daughter of taylor swift and travis kelce imagines

noticing

y/n age: 19

i lived by myself for about a year now. i followed my moms footsteps and i am a singer/songwriter.  i released my first album about a month ago and it is doing great. it's been number one since it came out and im really proud of myself. but with fame comes all the criticism. i've always been insecure on how i look. i'm 5'11 and a half so im really tall for a girl but it's not surprising because of the height of my parents.

living alone is awesome though. i'm someone who likes being alone. it's not loud and i can just be me. i did get a little kitten that i adopted a week ago and she is the cutest thing ever.

but back to the criticism. i've been getting a lot of backlash on the appearance of my body. growing up my mom always said don't listen to the tabloids but it's impossible when every time i leave my house there's a swarm of paps screaming things at me. some are positive but it's mostly negative. and i've been leaving my house a lot recently because i have rehearsals for my first ever tour which im very excited about.

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the sound of my alarm on my phone wakes me up from my slumber. the first thing i do everyday when i wake up is check my weight. 130 pounds
shit. i've gained weight. i need to lose 10 pounds before tour. i need to be skinny for tour so i don't look like a cow in my outfits. i sigh and walk over to the mirror and lift my shirt up and turn to the side. i look huge. a few tears make their way down my face but i quickly wipe them because i have to get to rehearsals. i put on some baggy clothes and minimal makeup. i brushed my teeth and did my hair then i left. no breakfast. i needed to stay consistent and lose this weight.

once i arrived at rehearsals i walked in and everyone was already there.

"sorry im a little late guys. there was some traffic." i said setting my stuff down.

"oh no worries y/n! alright is everyone ready to go? we're gonna start with warmups and stretches!" the trainer said.

after rehearsals i felt really weak. the most i've ever felt weak. it felt like i was gonna pass out but i needed to fight through it. i still have to run on the treadmill when i get home. i grabbed my stuff and was about to head out when i got stopped by one of my dancers.

"hey y/n! could i talk to you for a sec?" she asked.

"yeah of course! we could go into this room here" i said with a smile. she nodded and we went into the room and i closed the door.

"so what's up?" i asked.

"before i say anything, i'm not trying to overstep my boundaries i'm just doing it for safety reasons." she said.

"okay..." i said.

"have you been eating?" she asked.

"what? yeah! of course i've been eating? why did you think i wasn't" i said nervously.

"it's just i went through the same thing a couple years ago and i really don't want you to go down that path" she said.

"i'm fine trust me" i said with a smile. she nodded.

"just know if you ever need someone to talk to you can talk to me. we're the same age so maybe it would be a little better to talk to someone your own age." she said.

"yeah, thank you so much maddie. go home and get some rest!" i said with a smile. she got up. i let out a huge breath i didn't know i was holding i almost got caught. the ringing of my phone startled me out of my thoughts. i took my phone and saw it was my mom calling.