i slipped on the dress that i had hidden in the back of my closet. it was a black bodycon dress with lace long sleeves. i ran my palms down and smoothed the fabric down my torso. i surveyed myself in the mirror. i was satisfied.
quickly throwing on a pair of black pumps, i grabbed my clutch and headed downstairs. i felt confident for once.
i had never loved my thighs or my tummy or my arms. i claimed they were fat but shawn always argued that there was just more of me to love. he never failed to let me know that he thought i was beautiful. i disagree, but shawn always treated me like a princess. always.
as i turned the corner, i met shawn's gaze and his smile faltered. his eyes raked up and down my body and i began to feel uncomfortable.
"you're wearing that?" he deadpanned.
"excuse me?" i questioned back. what did he have shoved up his ass? i thought i looked nice, but i was now second guessing it.
"go change, you look ugly," shawn said as he pulled out his phone, probably to text andrew to come pick us up.
"why? this dress was expensive and i haven't worn it yet," i shot back, hurt as his rude words.
"y/n, no offense but this dress makes you look fatter than you already are." he continues to stares down at his phone, not even bothering to look at me again.
"you think i'm fat?" i choke on my words as a knot forms in my throat. i try to keep it together, but i can slowly feel my heart sinking.
"well, you could stand to be skinnier sometimes." is this what he really thought of me? thick tension filled the room and a tear slipped out silently. i brushed it away immediately and spoke.
"i'm not really in the mood to go anymore, shawn," i spoke softly. i was hurt and self conscious. the last thing i wanted to do was be surrounded by beautiful women with flawless bodies. more tears stung at the edges of my eyes.
"what the hell, y/n?! i said we'd both be there!" shawn snapped back. he finally decided to look me in the eyes. his features softened for a moment but it was short-lived as his cringing face came back.
"i feel really sick. i can't go." i wasn't lying. i did feel sick. my head hurt and i felt dizzy. and my heart had dropped into my stomach, but he didn't need to know that.
"fine," he groaned, obviously annoyed. "bitch," he muttered under his breath.
(this imagine was highly based off of someone else's imagine on instagram. they changed their username a long time ago so i have no clue who but i really wanted to write something based off it.)
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