messy love •harrypotterxoc•

•chapter forty eight (4)

tw- body shaming herself and Low self-esteem ig
ps- i'm back :)
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"cissa, draco, theodore, addelaine, come now it's time to go" lucius shouted, temper rising

looking around, addy sighed before locking eyes with herself in the mirror. the reflection that looked back wasn't addy, no matter how many similarities there was, it just wasn't addy but the weird thing was she liked it

she liked the way she looked now, less weasley like and more malfoy like, more powerful. to the weasleys she was their little sister or a monster in her mothers eyes but in the malfoy she was powerful. she didn't mention it, for polite reasons, but she saw the way lucius shuddered when she glared at him, or how he was glance at her when she was becoming angry as if she would blow the entire tent up in flames or as if he saw some powerful, dominant girl who was better then them, not some weak little sister.

her curly, bouncy hair, was straightened into smooth, less frizzy locks. with less volume, the hair looked more auburn, less ginger more so brown-ish. the curls made her hair poof up and this caused it lay around her breast length but this, this straighter hair let it loose and it hung around her lower back, her layer cut making pieces of it fall out of place delicately around her pale face which looked lighter, if that's even possible, her cheek and nose freckles standing out perfectly

her corset was still tight on her waist but was covered by a thick dress. it was a turtleneck dress in full black which stopped around her higher thigh, hugging them tightly. covering all down her arms, it clung to her palms as she crinkled the ends in her hands as it was a longsleved. the dress was a dark coal black colour, making her pale skin looked even whiter but the dimness of the nightsky would hide it, atleast that what addy hoped

her height held high with four inch heels on making her a little under five,seven. the heels made her stand tall but not as much as theo who was a stammering five,eleven and draco who was a five,ten

she flattened out the dress and walked to the livingroom, stumbling slightly before collecting herself and turing to theo and draco who stood, wide mouthed, and she sent them a tiny, goofy smile

"what?" addy asked nervously, as she pulled at the tiny dress

addy wasn't self conscious, no scratch that, she was. she hated, and i mean despised her body. in her eyes, she was a pale little rag-doll. her body had scars littered all over her pale skin which looked almost paper white, her figure was skinny and not like a healthy skinny, but deadly skinny, and not to mention her hourglass figure, which she thought would be a blessing, was a curse as it made her ribs stick out more, and her waist to go in further. it's not like she wanted her body. she'd gladly change it for briers, slightly bigger one, or pansys, tall and long figure.

in everyone's eyes, but addys, she was perfect. no matter her skin colour, her skinniness or thickness, her cuts and scars, her stretch marks, her body hair, no matter what, to her friends, she was perfect. but addy couldn't help but compare herself to her friends and family. pansy and brier; in her eyes, were perfect, brier was short and plump and pansy was tall and tanned, and not to mention all the weasley woman before her, that were all thick in the right places and thin in the others, not that there was a right place to be either, and it made addy sick. not by their figures, their figures made addy start to sweat, she thought they were gorgeous, but more so because of hers compared to theirs. she'd feel sick looking at her deadly pale skinny figure and couldn't help but over-exaggerate her flaws on her little figure.

her stretch marks, her scars, her cutting scars, her twig like figure, her pale sickly colour, her bones which you can almost see pocking through, her hip dips, her waist which was too small for her liking next to her large hips, she inherited from her mother, her long legs which held cuts and more scars, her eczema scratches from where she'd rip into her skin with her long nails to feel the pleasure of the pain and stinging sensation, ignoring the fact more marks would permanently come from this. you get the point, addy wasn't perfect, atall. not to her atleast