So High School

I only talk into the mirror, I'm only scared of getting bigger (pt1)

A/N I DO NOT believe anything in this chapter, Taylor is beautiful and anyone who says otherwise is just jealous <3

TW

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Travis asked, coming up behind Taylor as she did her hair.
"Yeah I'm sure" she smiled at him through the mirror. "It's just measurements and trying on some new outfits"

Travis came closer, pressing a kiss to her curls.
"You feeling okay about it?" He asked gently, caressing her shoulder.
"Yep!" Taylor smiled cheerfully. "They probably won't have changed much, so it's fine"

Travis sighed. He was aware of Taylor's past eating disorder, and was also aware that she sometimes subconsciously slipped back into it. He just wanted her to be safe and happy.

"And if it isn't, that will still be okay, won't it? You're healthy, and that's all that matter." He said gently. Taylor nodded, not paying him much attention as she focused on her mascara. With a sigh Travis pressed one last kiss to the top of her head before leaving the room quietly.

In all honesty, he was just worried. Taylor hadn't had to have herself re-measured recently, and Travis was worried it would send her into a spiral.

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"Hi, I'm Taylor" Taylor smiled warmly, greeting her new costume manager.
"Roger" the man dipped his head, taking Taylor's hand and shaking it firmly. The first thing she noticed was now un-smiley he was, how harsh he seemed. She brushed it off, relating it to the fact that they had just met. He'd warm up to her later on, right?

"Okay, so if we start with the new outfits, and then we can re-measure you for the second load" Roger said, leading Taylor into the building.
"Okay, that's fine" Taylor nodded, slightly taken aback by how cold this man seemed.

He took her into a large room where a couple of other people were there already. Her new outfits were on stands spaced out along the walls and on the right side there was a little room blocked by a curtain; a dressing room.

"So, if we start off with this orange lover bodysuit? And then we can do the measurements afterwards" Roger said, wheeling the stand over to Taylor.
"Oh my god, it's beautiful" she breathed, running her fingers gently over the sequins.
"Could you go put it on now?" Roger asked impatiently. Taylor nodded hurriedly, taking the stand and going into the changing room.

The bodysuit was so comfortable, resting nicely against her body. She admired herself in the floor length mirror, loving the way the colours looked on her body. She felt beautiful.

She stepped outside, smiling at the way the jewels reflected in the light. Roger caught sight of her and his face deepened into a frown. He beckoned for her to come over, which she did.
"Hmm" he muttered under his breath. "How does it feel?"
"So amazing!" Taylor gushed, grinning.
"Turn to the side" Roger ushered for her to turn, which she did. He muttered something under his breath, resting his hand on his stomach.
"Maybe..." He mumbled to himself. Taylor looked towards him, confused.

"Taylor, try sucking in" He told her.
"Sorry... What?" Taylor frowned, a little confused.
"I said suck in! Either that, or we'll have to add a corset" he told her impatiently. And that was when Taylor realised it. He was talking about her stomach.

She blinked away the tears, taking a deep breath and sucking in.
"A little more?" Roger urged her and she did, watching as he started to look satisfied.
"Now, I'm not sure what we can do about those thighs, but hopefully the tights will conceal some. Onto the next one!" He was moving on so quickly, acting like this was all a normal thing to do.