Taylor Swift Imagines Book Three (gxg)

you're beautiful, it's true (requested)

You stood in the kitchen, drinking the warm drink from the mug in your hand as you stared out the window. It's only eleven in the morning but it's already such a beautiful day outside. With the birds singing and the sun shining down; you wanted to soak it all in.

Taylor came up behind you and wrapped you in her arms. She kissed your cheek lovingly before letting her chin fall onto your shoulder and staring out the window with you.

"Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Wanna do something fun?"

You set your mug on the counter and turned around to stare at her. Looping your arms around her neck, you held onto her and asked, "What do you have in mind?"

"We could go for a walk through the park, get some ice cream, or, oh! I know! How about we go for a swim?"

Your eyes went wide. You love to swim, but you rarely ever go. You're not really confident in your skin; your very freckled skin. You've never gone swimming with Taylor. You've always made excuses as to why you couldn't and on the one occasion that you did go, you only put your toes in the water and you refused to take off any clothes.

But now, seeing the hopeful look in her eyes, you found it hard to say no. So you agreed and got a kiss on your lips and an excited squeal from Taylor in response.

"Okay! Let's get ready!"

She's never seen your freckle-covered skin before. You only stayed last night, it's not like you live together. It gives you privacy and always gives you time to cover up. You have a few things at her place and since it's only the two of you, you know you could jump in the pool in anything you pleased.

But still, you felt much more comfortable changing in somewhere you could have a little privacy.

So, you asked, "Can I change in the bathroom while you get ready in your room?"

"Whatever makes you feel comfortable, baby girl," Taylor replied, kissing your cheek.

You closed the door behind you when you were in the bathroom only a minute later. You didn't have a bathing suit with you, but you have things that were close enough. You took your shirt off and threw it aside before kicking off your cozy pajama bottoms.

You caught your reflection in the mirror and instantly felt a strong dislike for what you saw staring back at you. Your skin was covered in freckles from head to toe and every time you catch a glimpse of them, you can hear the words that were practically etched into your brain for the rest of time. Words that people said to you growing up and even these days when your skin is exposed.

You never took pride in your uniqueness. It's hard to do so when people tell you that it's nothing beautiful, but rather the opposite. It tore you apart and even though you're grown now, those words and the feelings that came with them continue to linger when you catch a glimpse of them.

You didn't want Taylor to see them. You couldn't cover them in makeup because it would only come off in the water. You couldn't throw long clothes on like you usually wear, because it was warm outside and, obviously, you're going for a swim and Taylor would sure find that suspicious.

A knock on the door startled you. Your head turned and the sound of Taylor's soft voice was heard.

"Y/n? You okay in there? Almost ready?"

"Uh, not really."

"What's wrong? Can I come in?"

You quickly pulled the long-sleeved shirt that you wore the night before that was by your feet now over your head. You pulled your pajama bottoms back on and the door opened after a moment of silence.

"I'm sorry for just walking in but you weren't saying anything and I got worried. Why are you still dressed?"

You tried to think of something, but you had no excuse. You'd already brushed your teeth this morning together. Your hair was brushed. You weren't sure what to say.

"Y/n, what's wrong?"

She walked to you, hands falling to your shoulders.

"I don't want you to see..." You mumbled.

"See what?"

"My freckles..." you confessed, watching her eyes go wide.

"I see your freckles every day, beautiful. All over your face. They're pretty."

"No! I have them everywhere and I don't want you to see them. People have said things about them before and I don't feel all that great about them."

"Why would people say that something like that isn't beautiful. Freckles are beautiful, baby. I love freckles. I love the freckles on your face already, I know I'd love them all over your body, too. I'm not those people, y/n. I think freckles make you unique and even more beautiful. I think that about everyone. And you, my beautiful girl, would be no exception."

Butterflies filled your chest as she spoke softly.

"And I love you. Just the way you are. I'd never push you into anything and you never have to show me if you're not comfortable. But know that I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world and nothing's ever gonna change that."

You dropped your forehead onto hers and breathed out a soft sigh. For the first time, as you slid your pajama bottoms down your legs and pulled your shirt up to let her catch a glimpse of your body, you didn't feel ashamed.

Taylor stared at you, eyes traveling over your body as a smile tugged at her lips.

"Just as I thought. You're perfect."

"Tay," you chuckled as she peppered kisses across your neck.

"oh so beautiful. Absolutely stunning." She said, causing more butterflies to fill your chest and stomach.

And you believed her. For the first time in your life, you didn't feel gross or disgusted. You felt beautiful. She made you feel beautiful, just as you are.