Spider-Man Imagines II

I Don't Think I'm Enough | Ned Leeds

okay guys, this imagine features the start of an eating disorder. PLEASE, if you are currently suffering from an eating disorder of any kind, are tempted to purge after a meal, or often skip meals, PLEASE GET HELP. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

and PLEASE know that you are beautiful no matter your size. you don't need to lose weight to be pretty. physical beauty fades anyway, so why focus on it right now?

so wear that skirt, even if your thighs rub together. show your arms in a tank top even if you don't have muscles. wear a cute dress even if your torso is flat. embrace the body that God gave you, ladies!

and please, if you ever need someone to talk to, talk to me. 

requested by Pandalion23

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A plate full of Chinese food, a soft throw blanket, a favorite movie of yours, and the company of your perfect boyfriend were all you needed to make your day just right.

Ned sat next to you, arm around your shoulders, hand tracing figures on your arm. His other hand held an eggroll.

You laughed softly as he choked on some spicy mustard. "No," he said, still strangled, "I think I prefer duck sauce to this stuff."

"Okay," you said, reaching over and digging into the bag. "I thought you'd say that, so I grabbed extra duck sauce for you."

"Aw, thanks, babe!" he said excitedly, taking the packets.

"Oh look!" you said, pointing with greasy fingers to the television. "There he is!"

"There who is?" he asked.

"My favorite actor," you said.

Ned watched as the guy pulled his shirt off of his head, revealing a set of abs so prominent that he choked on his eggroll. You paid no mind, and he realized that you had probably watched this movie millions of times.

Did you have a crush on this guy? Did you think he was attractive?

The actor gave a dazzling smile with perfectly white teeth. Ned rubbed his teeth with his tongue. He had cabbage stuck in his gums.

"Babe, do you want some lo mein?" you asked, pulling out a container of noodles.

And although it was Ned's favorite food, he shook his head. He also pressed himself further against the couch and situated his arms to hide your stomach. Meanwhile, you shrugged and helped yourself, looking like Ned's definition of perfect beauty.

...

At breakfast the next day, Ned stood next to you and looked at the menu of a small cafe you particularly liked. You looked at the array of muffins they had baked fresh.

"Ned, they have chocolate with chocolate chips," you said, smiling at him. "Want one?"

"Oh, no," he said. "I already ate."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why did you eat if you knew we were going to breakfast?"

"I forgot," he lied.