Y/B/F/N is your best friend's name
I stand in front of the mirror, trying on the bridesmaid's dress for Y/B/F/N's wedding. It was a sleeveless dress with a small dip in the front. It kind of puffed out right when the skirt started, and it was baby blue. It was kind of large, I'm very skinny. It's something I've always hated about myself, I have nothing to show.
Johnny was in the other room, waiting for me to show him. He was invited too, but I am the only one in the wedding party. "Come out Y/N, stop makin me wait!"
"I'll be out in a second, lay off!" I jokingly yell. I turn my attention back to the dress. I kind of look bad, I don't fill it in. If I had bigger boobs or a bigger butt, I would be fine. I put my hands around my upper arms, they almost fit all the way around. I have to gain weight.
Johnny knocks on the door slightly. "I'm coming in."
"Johnny!" He joins me at the mirror. I watch his eyes look at me in amazement. "What?"
"You look beautiful Y/N." His smile shines like the sun.
"No I don't." I say, walking away from the mirror and plopping on our bed.
"What do you mean? You look amazing."
"No I don't, I look like a piece of spaghetti."
"Why would you say that?" He asks me, hints of hurt in his voice.
People always say my body's perfect, that I'm perfect because I'm small. I don't think that. "Johnny, I'm so skinny. This dress doesn't look good on someone that looks like me. I'll have my mom fix it up a bit, maybe."
Johnny looks at me with the most serious face. "You're so goregous, you'll be prettier than the bride."
"That's a stretch Johnny." I say. I think of Y/B/F/N, her beautiful body. Why couldn't I look like her?
"It doesn't need to be fixed." He tells me. He smiles slightly. "It highlights you're perfections."
I scoff. "Like what?"
"Like your high collarbones," he says, "you always look older than you are."
"Really?"
"Yeah Y/N," he says, like I was stupid or something, "it fit's you perfectly. It makes you look perfect."
"Thanks Johnny."
"No problem gorgeous."
