𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 | Snips & Skyguy Oneshots

Imperfections

A/N: this chapter mentions body imperfections as Ahsoka battles her own mounting insecurities. Credits to the original author, anxiety_banana. Read at your own discretion. If any of this bothers you, please don't continue. You have been warned.

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That morning, Ahsoka's eyes fluttered open as her gaze flitted around, adjusting to the light.

Barely any time passed before the refresher door swung up, revealing a  grinning Anakin. "Morning Snips," he greeted. "I see you're finally up."

Kriff. She'd forgotten to slip her cloak on, as per usual. "Good morning, Master," she replied hesitantly, stretching a weary smile across her lips.

"Ready for some breakfast? I sure am."

Breakfast. Yet another source of unwanted calories.

"Uh, I- I'm not hungry," Ahsoka managed with a half-smile. "You go on. I'll meet you back here when you're done."

Anakin could sense she wasn't telling the truth. He didn't pressure her. "If you're sure, Ahsoka. I'll be back soon," He replied, throwing a final long glance at his Padawan before stepping into the hallway. As the door slowly slid shut, and the only emotion he could feel from his apprentice was her immense relief.

Why is she feeling so relieved? Was it because I left? I didn't do anything, Anakin wondered, feeling slightly hurt at the uninterested way that she'd dismissed him with. Nevertheless, he'd become increasingly concerned with Ahsoka's erratic behaviour. It just wasn't like her.

He shoved the feeling down. Perhaps she simply wasn't feeling well, and it was nothing to worry about. Right now, it was time for some breakfast.

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As soon as Ahsoka felt Anakin's Force presence disappear, she rushed into her room, bringing out a medium-sized box out of her closet. A scale. Placing it down upon the floor, she let her right foot land on it, yet she couldn't help but sense Anakin's disappointment. Should I have told him, instead of shutting him out?

No, absolutely not. He'll only think you're weak. She couldn't help but receive flashbacks from the past few weeks.

-Flashbacks-

"You're a loser, Ahsoka!"

"Look at all your stomach rolls!"

"She barely has any waistline. How pathetic."

"You don't deserve to be Skywalker's Padawan."

-End Of Flashback-

Maybe Kyrena and her gang had been right, she thought, unaware of the droplets of salty liquid slipping down her cheeks. It's shameful that I weigh so much. 66 pounds! She thought, cringing at the number displayed on the scale. I'm a disgrace to both the Order and my people. I must stop eating altogether. 

Ahsoka finally redirected her gaze from the scale to the mirror she was currently standing in front of. In public, people gawked at her flawless proportions, but here? All she saw were her countless flaws.