Carrots Improve Vision

CarrotHood

Carrots tend to grow long and skinny.

Must be why I grew to be lankier and taller then other colts and fillies. My appearance was something to gloat about as a young colt everypony wanted to be me, Kids envied being tall as it brought them closer to feeling high and mighty.

The bigger we became, the more colts and fillies grew out of the foolish idea of height determining greatness. Instead hierarchy emerged and what was once my greatest gift became a curse.

Taunts and insults about my lankier body hit hard as I was soon shamed for looking how I do. I grew to dislike myself and always trying to eat sugary treats or carry heavy stuff to gain weight and strength.

My addiction of trying to be what others wanted me made me blind. I wasn't ever happy, I would always try to fit in and never accepted myself as worth anything due to not meeting the requirements of others.

During a trip to gain more sweets I met her. A teenage filly with two pigtails that looked like swirls approached me. When seeing me observe the sweets for sale she kindly offered me a slice pear cake. I was uneasy during the whole occurrence due to being off-put and unsure about the type of cake. Pears being in cakes didn't sound appetizing, I was about to decline until I saw her pink eyes staring at me with anticipation. It was the first time in awhile since I was payed attention to. Unable to break her spirits I forced myself to take a bite of the slice. My taste buds were hit with a splash of flavors Celestia herself would not be able to explain. I quickly started to eat more and more until one slice of cake turned into 7. Embarrassed of my appetite I was looking forward to leave. Soon it became a daily activity of me going in to the bakery and ordering pear cake.

I spent more time chatting with the filly as days went by, I hadn't noticed but I actually managed to befriend her and soon we grew close and trusting.

The more we talked during my trips I soon began to notice a change in her behavior. She would stop and stumble more when talking, she became more and more self conscious of herself when in my presence. She was feeling peer pressure to be perfect like I was.

I made sure to visit her more often and not just when looking for a snack. We met outside of her working and would talk about types of sweets and how they could be made. I wasn't one to bake but she certainly seemed delighted to tell me all she knew about the different cakes she could bake.

I had met with her one last time before the incident. The filly was nervous, almost red contradicting the blue color she had. The Filly was clearly trying to hold something in before she broke, she told me that I made her feel wanted, feel accepted and safe, she declared her love for me and asked if I would be willing to date her. I did the only thing I knew to do

I declined and told her no, she began to tear up, I tried to comfort her and tell her we could still stay friends but she ran from my sight, I wanted to run after her but my legs were shaking like I was wet noodles. I couldn't move.

That filly's name was Chiffon Swirl