Mattheo Riddle One Shots

Insecure

Y'all I promise I'm not dead. I just have school work and stuff going on. It's been a lot but I started a new book! "Finn Wolfhard One Shots" I've only got 18 reads but I enjoy writing for Finn's characters and him himself. Anyway I've got 2 different stories on this book that are unfinished but I'll finish them later bc I love to procrastinate. All right enough talking, enjoy!

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Warnings:being insecure, just insecurities in general but remember you are all perfect!

Every time you look in a mirror you ask yourself; why does Mattheo Riddle like me? What is it about me that made him ask me out? Or made him want me as his girlfriend? In your eyes you weren't that special. You got decent grades. Weren't that sporty. You thought your looks were average, with (E/C) eyes that were a nice dark shade. (H/C) (H/L) hair that was always maintained and presentable.

But then we get to your body. You didn't think you were fat. Just average size. Though there were parts of your body that stuck out more to you. You didn't have a thigh gap like the girls that you share your room with. Your thighs just touching. Not to mention you thought they were maybe too thick. While the other girls in your room had slimmer thighs.

Next it was your breast. Compared to the girls around you, they were larger. To you they were too big. You couldn't wear tops like the girls with smaller chests. And if you did you had to go up a size, just to feel comfortable with your larger chest. But then it's to lose in the waist. You couldn't win. Why couldn't you be like the other petite girls? Why was your genetics cruel to you?

You thought that as you stared at your reflection in your dorm rooms full length mirror. You were getting ready for a day trip to Hogsmeade with Mattheo and your friends. You'd had picked some jeans, which had highlighted your thoughts on your thighs. And had changed your top three times, because you didn't like how obvious your assets were in them.

"He'll like you in whatever you wear!" Pansy Parkinson laughed, thinking it was trying to look good for your boyfriend and not your insecurities.

You shot her a silly smile, hoping it hid the embarrassment of your friend watching you get ready. You didn't think she or anyone else was paying you any attention. Pansy came up and placed a hand on your shoulder, a warm smile on her face.

"Wear the (colour/pattern) turtleneck with that black corduroy skirt of yours, the one with the buttons down the front" Pansy suggested. "You can borrow a pair of my black thigh high socks. Mattheo will love it!"

Hearing Pansy's offer to lend you the thigh high socks triggered some panic in you. You couldn't wear them. You'd either stretch them out, and all will know how big your thighs are. Or they wouldn't fit, showing all the truth.

"Ah thanks Pans" you started with a touch of panic. "I will wear black stockings. More warmer".

She laughed. "But they aren't very practical. At least with the thigh highs they're easy access".

You blushed at her words. Yet she wasn't wrong. But you couldn't risk the truth getting out. With a shaky laugh you told her you'd stick with the stockings. Pansy didn't say anything after that, grabbed her jacket and headed to the common room, along with the other girls of the room. Once alone you moved to change into your outfit, before grabbing your coat and leaving to meet your boyfriend and friends.

"(Y/N/N) is so cute! She kept changing her outfit to find something cute to wear today" you heard Pansy giggle to Mattheo, as you approached your group.

Hearing her words made you want to crawl under a rock. Sure, you wanted to look good for your boyfriend, and yourself. But they didn't know the thoughts and feelings you had for your body. You don't know if you could tell them, ever. Would they understand? Would shedding light on your imperfections pull back the veil for them to really see them? Would they find it gross or dislike you for them?