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Name: Kylie Gillies Age: 15 Parents: Elizabeth Gillies + Unknown
"Mom!"
Liz was busy getting herself ready for the dinner plans they had with the Dynasty Cast, but when she heard her daughter screaming for her, she dropped everything. The mascara clattered as it hit the counter before she was quickly walking to her bedroom.
"I'm here. What do you need?" Liz asked through the door, expecting Kylie to need something of hers.
"Nothing fits!" She screamed.
"Honey, can I come in?" Liz asked and the door slowly opened. "Oh, god."
The bedroom floor was covered in clothes. There were shoes of all styles on the bed and make up products and bags all over the vanity. Liz glanced at the closet and saw it was practically empty, which was no surprise considering there was barely space to walk in the bedroom.
"Baby, what's the matter?" Liz asked softly, looking at Kylie who had tears streaming down her face, ruining the make up she had obviously spent hours on.
"Nothing fucking fits!"
It would be hypocritical for Liz to pick her up on her language, so she let it slide. Instead, she focused on the pair of jeans that were being thrown across the room in a burst of teenage anger.
"Hey, we don't throw things." Liz spoke gently but she was serious.
"I have nothing to wear!" Kylie raged, pulling uncomfortably at the material of the cropped top she had put on.
"But what you're wearing is very pretty." Liz said, looking at the gray cargo pants and black and white cropped top.
"No it's not!" She yelled, turning away so she wouldn't have to see herself in the mirror.
"What's the problem with it, Kylie?" Liz asked, stepping further into the bedroom when she realised this could take a while.
"The stupid pants are pushing these bits up! And the top doesn't cover it." Kylie cried, grabbing her hips to make her point.
"Oh, babygirl. Everyone has those bits on their body." Liz smiled, thinking how best to comfort her.
"No they don't!" Kylie shook her head.
"Of course they do. It's a part of your body, just like anything else." Liz tried to convince her, but Kylie wasn't having any of it.
"I hate it." Kylie muttered, wiping the smeared make up from under her eyes.
"And I hate listening to your talk about yourself like this." Liz smiled sympathetically and Kylie shrugged.
"I need a different outfit. We're gonna be late." Kylie said quietly, glancing over at the clothes on the floor by the desk.
"Okay... Well I like this outfit. But if you don't feel comfortable then you should change." Liz told her.
"I don't have anything else! Nothing fits me, mom! I have a stupid, idiot body and it doesn't look like anyone else's body!" Kylie sobbed.
"Kylie, that's exactly it, baby. No one has the same body. Yours definitely is not stupid, but it's different. And that's because everyone's bodies are different." Liz explained softly.
"That isn't true." Kylie sniffled.
"Yes, it is. Bodies change, too. All the time." Liz added.
"I wish mine would change." Kylie murmured, looking down at herself.
"No, no. You are so so beautiful. You always have been and you always, always will be." Liz hugged her tightly.
"I don't want my body. I want one like yours." Kylie said, looking up at her mom.
"My body changes too." Liz told her.
"Nu uh. You always look beautiful." Kylie said.
"Well thanks, but I do change. Look right here." Liz pointed to the mirror and stepped in front of it.
She lifted up the hem of the old band T-shirt she was wearing to show her bare stomach.
"I can have abs." Liz said, tensing her core muscles until they showed. "Or I can see how well I look after my body." She relaxed and the abs dipped away slightly.
"Oh." Kylie whispered, realisation slowly kicking in which had Liz laughing lightly.
"Every single body is different. There aren't two that look the same and that's the beauty of it." Liz smiled.
"I guess." Kylie shrugged.
"But that's all shallow. It's about what's on the inside. That is the most important thing." Liz said, before continuing. "And you, Kylie, have the most beautiful heart. You are so caring and so loving and those are the things I love most about you."
"Really?" Kylie asked with a shy smile.
"You bet. And I'm so proud of you." Liz smiled, hugging her.
"I love you, mom." Kylie snuggled against Liz's chest.
"I love you more." Liz kissed her hair. "Let's choose you an outfit."
Kylie pulled away and picked up a pair of ripped blue jeans from the pile on the bed.
"Do you think I can wear these?" Kylie asked, looking down at herself.
"Yep, absolutely." Liz said with a smile.
"Okay. Are you sure?" Kylie checked.
"I'm very sure." Liz assured her.
"Umm... what about my top?" Kylie asked, looking over at the different styles of tops on the floor.
"The cropped top you have on now is perfectly fine." Liz told her.
"I don't know, mom." Kylie murmured, clearly unsure.
"Why don't you wear an open shirt with it? Then you'll have some color and you won't be so cold." Liz booped her nose playfully, getting a childish smile from Kylie.
"Okay. Okay, I can do that." Kylie said optimistically.
"I'll leave you to finish getting ready, alright? Shout me when you're all done." Liz said and Kylie nodded, watching her walk out.
After finishing getting ready, Liz and Kylie took some photos together before getting in the car. They arrived at the restaurant and walked to the table at the back where Rafael, Elaine and Adam were sitting waiting for them.
"Hey guys." Adam waved.
"Hi." Liz smiled.
"There's our favourite Gillies!" Rafael grinned, hugging Kylie.
"You're my favourite, too." Kylie whispered to him.
"Kylie, you look so pretty. As always." Elaine complimented her and Kylie lit up with a smile.
"Thanks." She said shyly and looked over at her mom.
"Elaine's right. Come on, let's sit." Liz rubbed Kylie's shoulder and they sat down next to each other.
