Reverie - Michael Jackson Imagines

Doesn't Matter✨

Thriller Era

Requested by @moonwalkerprincess36  Hope you enjoy!

"Y/N!!" Your friend Janet calls from behind the door. " Are you coming down?"

You frown at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, sighing at your appearance. What in the world convinced you to buy a bikini?

"In a minute, Jan!" you reply. "Just go without me!"

"Okay,"

You let out another sigh as you hear her footsteps trail away from the door and continue to inspect your reflection, patting your belly with a groan.

"It isn't fair" you think to yourself. "Why can't I be shaped like Christie Brinkley?"

You shake the idea out of your mind and pull the oversized, faded YMCA t-shirt over your head. There was no way you were confident enough to saunter downstairs and out to the pool in the tight, bright yellow bikini. You'd never recover from the embarrassment.

You'd always been a fuller-figured girl. The women in your family all had prominent curves but you had never quite learned to love them. You weren't exactly a buxom, hour-glass shaped vixen and it had always been a major insecurity of yours.

You'd struggled with your weight for most of your adolescence, trying diet after diet in an attempt to slim down to no break-through. You watched petite and slender girls breeze their way through the social totem pole and snag dates throughout high school while you watched in the shadows, hiding beneath oversized sweaters.

You longed for the toned, athletic, modelesque look you saw in magazines but you knew it just wasn't the way you were meant to be. You'd given up on the fad diets but you had yet to come to acceptance with your body's natural shape.

Deciding you were covered enough and not wanting to keep Janet waiting, you grabbed your towel and suntan lotion and headed down the stairs of the Jackson family home. Your sandals flap against the hardwood floor until you reach the patio, the early spring sunshine greeting your skin. Janet was already splashing around in the pool by the time you arrived.

"There you are," she smiles, floating to the edge. "What took you so long?"

You place your towel on a nearby chair before kicking off your sandals.

"Just having a little trouble getting into the bikini," you lie. "They can be kinda difficult, you know."

While Janet was one of your closest friends, you hadn't confided in her about your insecurities regarding your weight.

Although you were a couple of years older and Janet had grown up much differently from you, you had a lot of fun together and told each other almost everything. Still, you were too embarrassed to admit your weight problem. You felt that Janet would never relate, being pretty and athletically built, and your full figure was obvious to almost everyone.

"I asked if you needed help," she giggles. "Hurry up and get in. The water feels great!"

You dip your toe into the bright, turquoise water ready to jump in before Janet stops you.

"Aren't you going to take off that ratty t-shirt? It took you so long to get on that bikini, might as well flaunt it."

Your stomach twists into odd knots of nervousness. Strut around the Jackson family pool in your tiny yellow bikini with your muffin top? No way. Your main intentions for wearing the t-shirt were to stay covered.

You had nothing to advertise- well, nothing to advertise that any man would be interested in purchasing.

"It's a bit chilly," you lie, quickly. "I'd rather keep it on."