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Heather looked at herself in the tall full length mirror that laid upon her, normally she'd think she's looking smoking hot, but right now she wasn't feeling like that. Right now she was noticing each and every single imperfection in her face, her jawline was too sharp, her Adam's apple was noticeable, there was some facial hair that was milimeters long, but for Heather felt like it was miles long.
She ruffled her hair, hoping that the poof she loved about it would make her feel better about her appearance.
Didn't help.
She furrowed her eyebrows.
She was suppose to be with the Heathers - Plus Veronica - in a sleepover that was thirty minutes away, but right now she didn't even feel like going out for some corn nuts at the corner 7/11. Maybe her trademark scrunchie would help?
She grabbed the red artifact and pulled her hair into a loose ponytail, she looked at herself again.
That didn't work either.
The blonde didn't feel pleased with the result, in fact, she thought she thought she looked even worse. She furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at her own figure in the mirror, not feeling comfortable with how she looked.
Maybe half a ponytail would work?
She took her scrunchie out of her hair before grabbing a chunk or her silky golden locks and tying her hair up, the girl smiled softly.
She liked this, but it was to no avail, she still thought she didn't look femenine enough. She could feel hot tears start pooling at the back of her eyes, threatening to spill at any given second.
Right now she just wanted to be held in her girlfriend's arms, the other girl whispering reassuring words that would help her out with her dysphoria.
Heather grabbed her phone, unlocking it and immediately redirecting herself to her list of contacts, clicking on one that was labeled as "Roni<3"
Ring...
Ring...
"Heath?" Veronica asked, seemingly confused. Heather would normally never call Veronica, a message? Sure, but a call? Not common at all.
"C-come over." She replied, her voice weary and wavery, it had come out weaker than intented.
Heather could clearly hear how Veronica stopped breathing for a small moment before replying "I'll be there in five." Before hanging up.
Heather didn't really didn't want to go to the sleepover, she was way too emotionally exhausted and dysphoric for it, so she quickly sent a message to the heathers group chat, announcing her non-attendance to the event.
She didn't even check what the other girls had replied to her text, she just threw herself onto her red, soft bed and let the tears run freely down her cheeks, knowing that Veronica would be there to comfort her any minute now.
Then she heard it.
A knock at the door, and then another one.. then a gentle voice asked tenderly "can I come in?"
Heather sighed as a soft smile spread around her face, subtly lighting up her features as she replied "Go ahead.", Her voice partially muffled by the mascara stained pillow she was currently burying her face in.
Then she heard how the door opened, and the steps coming towards her. Eventually, a soft hand threaded herself through Heather's golden locks.
"What happened, princess?" Veronica questioned, her voice sweet as honey yet being coater with a layer of concern.
The girl in question didn't answer, instead, she changed her position and was now clinging to Veronica like a baby koala.
"Babe?" The brunette asked once more.
Heather sobbed softly before replying. "N-nothing works Veronica... It's frustrating." The girl whimpered before taking a deep breath. "There's always something.. a small detail that won't stop haunting me." She cried, digging her face into Veronica's shoulder, staining her girlfriend's shirt with mascara. "It's never enough.." she mumbled under her breath.
Veronica detached Heather from her, looking at the disheveled girl directly in her beautiful mercury blueish eyes, brushing some hair off of herface.
"You're beautiful.." She said, hoping that praising the girl would work to make her feel better. "You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen in my life.." she stated matter o factly, a soft, tender expression decorating her face as she caressed her lover's face.
Heather blushed softly at her girlfriend's complements, not expecting that outcome. "Am I?.." She asked, her voice revealing that she still didn't believe the entirely of her girlfriend's statement.
"Yes you are, princess.." Veronica said, hugging Heather and burying her face in her shoulder, softly kissing the nape of her neck lovingly. She nuzzled her neck, taking in the scent of her cherry perfumed shampoo. "For example, your hair is the silkiest, most beautiful and perfectly textured hair ever.. it is always so soft and it smells so good." Veronica said, ruffling her girlfriend's hair as she stated that. "Also your eyes.." She detached herself from the other girl, wiping the mascara off her teary eyes and looking at them fondly. "They're a beautiful shade of silverish blue I'd never get tired of.. the first thing that I noticed when I met you is your strong gaze and the ability you have to impose any kind of feeling or sentiment on the person you stare at without much effort.." She sighed dreamily. "You want me to keep going?" Veronica asked as she peppered her lover's face with soft kisses before tackling her to the bed, laying on top of her while still continuing her attack.
And both girls laid together wrapped in each other's embrace for the night, with Veronica praising Heather at any chance she could, kissing her everywhere and caressing every part of her soft body, praising her like the goddess Veronica thought that Heather was, and craved that Heather looked at herself that way too.