Daughter of a Witch

Unbreakable

Trigger Warning!! This has talked of losing weight rapidly, EDs, and name-calling!!

The autumn chill had settled over Westview, and with it came the cozy routines that Agatha, Rio, and Y/n had come to cherish. But lately, things hadn't felt right, and it hadn't gone unnoticed by Agatha and Rio. Over the past two months, they'd both observed subtle but concerning changes in Y/n. She'd been eating less at meals, her laughter had quieted, and her lively, vibrant presence had dulled. What worried them most, however, was how thin she'd become in such a short time.

One evening, as Y/n retreated to her room after barely picking at dinner, Rio and Agatha shared a long, concerned look.

"She's been so quiet lately," Rio murmured, her hand resting gently on Agatha's. "And she's losing weight so fast..."

Agatha nodded, worry etched across her face. "I know. She says everything's fine when I ask, but... there's something more going on. She's never been this withdrawn."

Determined to help their daughter, they decided it was time to gently address the issue head-on. Agatha knocked on Y/n's door, and they entered to find her bundled in her favorite hoodie, lying on her bed with a book in her hands.

"Hey, sweetheart," Agatha greeted softly, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. Rio settled beside her, their faces warm but tinged with concern.

"Hey, Mama... Mom," Y/n said, attempting a small smile.

Rio brushed a hand gently over her daughter's arm. "We've noticed you haven't been yourself lately, love."

Y/n shifted, her eyes dropping to the bedspread. "I'm just tired. School's been... a lot."

"Is that all?" Agatha asked, her voice soft but persistent. "Y/n, we're worried. You don't seem to be eating much, and you've seemed a little quieter than usual."

Y/n's shoulders hunched, and for a long moment, she didn't speak. Agatha and Rio waited patiently, sharing a glance before Rio softly added, "Whatever it is, we're here to listen."

With a shaky breath, Y/n finally looked up, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's stupid... It's just... there are these girls at school. They started making comments... about my weight and how I looked. It started small, but they wouldn't stop. I thought it would die down, but..." Her voice trailed off as she wrapped her arms around herself.

Rio's face darkened. "What kind of things were they saying?"

Y/n hesitated, her eyes brimming with tears. "Just things like, 'You'd look better if you lost a little weight,' or, 'Maybe if you were skinnier, you'd be pretty.' They keep calling me things like 'chubby' and 'heavy,' and..." She took a shaky breath. "I thought maybe if I lost a little weight, they'd stop."

Agatha's heart ached to hear this. She reached over and pulled Y/n into a hug. "Oh, honey... I'm so sorry you're going through this."

Rio put a gentle hand on Y/n's back, her voice firm. "No one gets to decide how you should look. Those girls have no right to make you feel anything less than wonderful, and we'll help you work through this together."

Y/n managed a weak nod, wiping her eyes. "I just wanted to fit in. But it's hard."

The next day, Agatha and Rio decided to pay a discreet visit to the high school just to ensure there were some adult eyes looking out for Y/n. As they walked the familiar hallways, they ran into Wanda, who had recently started as a guidance counselor at the school. She greeted them with a warm smile.

"Agatha, Rio! What brings you here?"

After a quick exchange, Rio explained, her voice edged with frustration, "Y/n's been having some trouble with a few girls in her class. They've been bullying her about her weight. We wanted to check in and see if there's anything we can do."

Wanda's expression darkened with understanding, her gaze filled with empathy. "I'm so sorry she's been dealing with that. It's not uncommon, but it's always heartbreaking to hear. I'll keep an eye on her and make sure she has a safe space to talk. I'll also check if there have been any other issues."

"Thank you, Wanda," Agatha said, squeezing her friend's hand. "It means so much."

That evening, Agatha decided it was time to share a story with Y/n, hoping it would help her daughter see that she wasn't alone. She found Y/n on the porch, wrapped in a blanket, staring out at the trees.

"Hey, darling," Agatha said, sitting beside her.

Y/n looked up, managing a small smile. "Hey, Mama."

After a moment of comfortable silence, Agatha began, her voice soft. "You know, when I was about your age, I went through something very similar. I wasn't as... let's say, polished as some of the other girls my age. I had my own way of doing things, and I got teased relentlessly for it. It made me feel small, and for a long time, I doubted myself."

Y/n listened intently, her face full of curiosity.

"But I learned," Agatha continued, "that the opinions of others don't define who we are. Only we get to do that. I started to focus on the things I loved about myself-my magic, my knowledge, my humor-and slowly, the hurtful words lost their power. Those girls eventually moved on, but I was left with a stronger sense of who I was."

Y/n took a deep breath, her eyes shimmering with emotion. "But it's hard to just... ignore what they're saying."

"It is," Agatha agreed, wrapping her arm around her. "But the more you remind yourself of your worth, the less power their words will have. You don't have to change a thing about yourself for anyone else."

Rio joined them on the porch, holding a mug of hot tea for Y/n. She handed it to her and sat down beside her, smiling warmly. "I think you're perfect just the way you are. And trust me, there will always be people with something to say. It's what we choose to believe about ourselves that matters."

Y/n sipped her tea, a small, grateful smile forming on her lips. "Thanks, Mom. And thank you, Mama. I... I don't know what I'd do without you."

Agatha and Rio exchanged a loving glance, their arms wrapped around their daughter.

In the following days, Y/n took her mother's advice to heart. It wasn't easy, but slowly, she began to stand a little taller, to hold her head up a little higher. There were still moments when the whispers and glances from those girls stung, but Y/n found strength in the love and support she had at home.

One afternoon, as she walked down the school hallway, she noticed Wanda standing nearby, giving her a subtle nod of encouragement. Y/n felt a warmth settle in her chest-a reminder that she wasn't alone. With a newfound sense of confidence, she continued walking, knowing she had people in her corner and the voices of her moms reminding her that she was enough, just as she was.