heres two more for now. look. i have acne. i have chronic pain that is 1. not fully diagnosed due to its syptoms and 2. incurable. my teeth arent straight by any means. i have to wear glasses to see. but heres the thing. im perfectly imperfect. you are too. we all have our flaws but isnt that what makes us who we are? (my friend took these for me. the phan hoodie is my friends. i was cold)
Summary: Can you do a grayson/Ethan imagine based on the song Little Things by 1D n reader is their best friend thx sm xx
A/N: Sorry it took awhile to post! Working on part 7 today!
Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me But bear this mind it was meant to be And I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks And it all makes sense to me
“I freaking hate my freckles. They’re literally all over my face. Do you know how much I spend on concealer and foundation to cover them up?” I asked Grayson and Ethan as I was putting my makeup on trying to cover all my imperfections on my face.
“Y/N I don’t know why you hate your freckles so much. I honestly think they’re super cute.” Grayson smiles as he stands behind my vanity. I chuckled at him as he puckered his lips to me. “Thanks Gray. Will you pick out a shirt for me to wear? E you can pick out whatever jeans you like.” I offered and they both nodded. They darted straight to my closet and started rummaging through everything. I laughed at them as I went back to my makeup. I noticed my eyes were wrinkling in the corners which made me feel kind of old. I felt gross to be honest. Grayson turned towards me and noticed I was frowning. I then felt his arms wrap around me in a hug from behind. “You’re beautiful okay?” He pressed his lips to my cheek as his hand grabbed mine and he kissed the top of my hand. “Your hands are so soft Y/N.” He exclaims trying to cheer me up. His hands were so big compared to mine. “You hand fits so perfectly in mine.” He smiles which causes me to giggle. “Hey Y/N how do these jeans look?” Ethan held up a pair of light washed high waisted blue jeans. I nodded standing from my vanity and walking over to my closet and I grabbed the outfit the boys had picked out. I walked into my bathroom to change.
I know you’ve never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile You’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine But I’ll love them endlessly
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I could really see my thighs bulging in my jeans. My stomach felt suffocated under the shirt and jeans. I just felt so sick looking at myself. I did a turnaround to examine myself better in the mirror. I couldn’t understand how the boys were friends with someone like me. My hair wasn’t long and blond. My hair was short and quite dark. I had my nose and lip pierced and I was really short. My instagrammed was constantly spammed by fans saying things like ‘I don’t see how the boys are friends with someone like her. She’s not pretty enough for them #sorrynotsorry. And she’s like 20? Umm pervert much?’ While there were definitely more encouraging words than negative ones, somehow the negative ones controlled my emotions. I heard a knock on the bathroom door. “Y/N? Can I come in?” I recognized the voice as Ethan’s. I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes. I heard the handle jiggle as Ethan entered the bathroom. “Y/N come here.” He pulled me into a hug and he just held me. “Look I know you’re feeling bad about how you look, but you shouldn’t. Grayson and I have seen the comments okay? We don’t want you to let fans decide who you are. We love every little thing about you. I love your dimples and crinkles on your face all the way to your dimples and scars to your feet.” I smiled and started to blush. “Also Gray and I love your thighs. Like honestly goals.” Ethan says hugging me tightly.
You can’t go to bed without a cup of tea Maybe that’s the reason that you talk in your sleep And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep Though it makes no sense to me I know you’ve never loved the sound of your voice on tape You never want to know how much you weigh You still have to squeeze into your jeans But you’re perfect to me
“Hey guys! It’s Grayson and Ethan and we’re the Dolan Twins!” The boys cheered as we stood in my bedroom editing the video. We did the best friend tag and it was a lot of fun. I remembered why I adored these boys so much. They were honestly so sweet and amazing. “Okay when did Grayson get his first kiss?” Ethan asked in the video which made me start to laugh. Oh my God. My laugh. “Ummm he was like in 6th grade?” I answered as my voice sounded high pitched and crackly. I hated my voice on tape. “Delete that. Cut me out.” I ordered and the boys looked at me confused. “What? Y/N no.” Ethan says sternly. “Yeah Y/N why do you not want to be in it? This video was funny and you look great.” Grayson says pointing at my outfit on the screen. I didn’t say anything and we continued the video. “Okay who talks in their sleep?” Ethan asks as Grayson and I both wrote my name down on our whiteboards. I covered my face embarrassed as Ethan started telling the story of how one sleepover I was talking about how attractive this guy was in our class in my sleep. “Guys please. I’m not good enough for your channel and your fans will definitely hate me.” I complained as I tried to click out of the video, but the boys pushed me back.
I’ve just let these little things slip out of my mouth Because it’s you, oh it’s you, it’s you they add up to And I’m in love with you (all these little things) I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth But if it’s true, it’s you, it’s you they add up to
“Y/N what the hell has gotten into you?” Ethan snaps at me. “I’ve never seen you act like this before.” He stammers as he sits next to me on the bed. Grayson sat next to me on my other side with his hand on my thigh. “I just hate how I look. I’m too old for you two. I look so fat in the video and in pictures. My voice sounds like a dying cat, and I sound crazy when I talk in my sleep. How the hell are you guys friends with me? I’m me.” I huffed. The boys looked at each other. Grayson turned my face towards his as he held my hand. “I love the crinkles by your eyes. I think they show you’ve lived a happy life with always smiling. I think your freckles are so cute. They are who you are. I think your voice sounds so sexy, especially in your sleep. All the conversations we have had, the comments you’ve made about me, they are my favorite conversations. Probably some of my favorite memories.” He kisses my hands and then my nose which makes me giggle. Before I could say anything I feel myself being turned towards Ethan. “And I just adore your thighs. I love all your dimples and your scars. Each scar is a story. Like this one above your eye. I remember you, Gray, and I were playing outside in the snow and I pushed you and you fell on a tree stump that was hidden under the snow. Sorry again.” Ethan laughs which makes me laugh. “In the end Y/N it’s you. You’re our best friend and we absolutely love you. All these little things make you you.” He says as he pulls me into a hug. “Gray get in on this.” With that, Grayson hugs the other side as we fall back on the bed laughing. I did feel better. I didn’t care about how I looked or about my age. You’re always going to have hates, but a hater is just a fan who is scared to admit it. The boys posted the video the following Tuesday and constantly told me how much I meant to them and all the little things they adored about me. In the end of their video they even asked for #Y/Nlittlethings to trend. Where fans would tweet little things they loved about me. Which made my heart swell with all the positive things they trended
This year I flaunted my imperfect skin, embraced my thick hair, and gave my personality the kick it needed. Six selfies of 2016 tagged by @arwanisho16. I tag whoever wants to show the world how beautiful they are.
I fell in love with myself.
The way that I smiled and laughed and the way I acted when I was tired.
I fell in love with every curve of my body; my stomach; the way I looked in my favorite dress.
I even fell in love with my imperfections: my faces that were less than picture perfect, the parts of myself that I wanted to change; even the parts of myself that I hated before.
I fell in love with myself knowing that it would be the most beautiful love story I would be able to write about. Its consistency would be unending and there would only ever be one side of the story.
I fell in love with myself because I knew I needed it. Unlike the love of a boy who might break my heart or of a friend who may move away, I needed to love myself because it was the only love I could ever count on.
I fell in love with myself knowing I would never be able to write a poem or a story or speak words that do my love story justice, but I would write and speak about it anyway.
Hi, my name is Gabrielle and I enjoy falling hopelessly in love with the night sky because it’s the one thing I know will never leave me. My hobbies include eating tomato soup, running barefoot through the grass, falling asleep on the couch, and letting my dog lick my face. I also forget to eat dinner, cry myself to sleep more times than I like to admit, and read two thirds of books because I lose hope that the ending is as good as the beginning. Sometimes I don’t text back even though I wish you’d try to make plans with me. I don’t know how to do things in moderation. I own 57 pairs of shoes but I never feel comfortable standing on my own two feet. I paint pictures in the dust that collects on my bookshelf, only to blow them away. Sometimes I pick at the imperfections of my face until they’re all I see, yet somehow you still notice the freckles. Hearing my own voice sounds like a stranger whispering my secrets to a room of crowded people. One day I’ll stand with my shoulders straight, but not yet.
“The voice inside your head that says you can’t do this is a liar.”
So here I am. This is me: with my confused face, imperfect form, thigh touching legs and all. I don’t have your typical “runner’s body” and while I hate using that term, it’s true. I’ve spent a very long time at war with my body, my self-confidence, and my self-worth and for me, those all tie together because I got stuck in a world in which aesthetics are prioritized. I thought I’d never be good enough because my body wasn’t slender or lean; I thought I’d never amount to anything because “look at me.” I thought to myself: “I’m not a real athlete with a body like this.” In hindsight however, I’ve realized how much of a waste it was for me to think like that. I didn’t win soccer titles, become a Division I rower or pound my feet on the pavement nearly every day because I’m slim. I did it because I’m strong, because I could, and most of all, because I have a body that allows me to do so. I want you all to take a moment today to think about the parts of yourself you’ve been fighting and remind yourself “who I am is imperfectly perfect.” There’s no such thing as perfection; but with acceptance and heart, amazing things can happen.
So about 15 minutes ago i was having some self confidence issues about not making our society’s beauty standards. I am a 14 year old girl, I am not fat, nor skinny, I look like a normal 14 year old. So I was just feeling really ugly and decided to try some of my younger sisters makeup (yes younger, i do not wear makeup). I started putting it on, I honestly did not know what i was doing, i was happy, it was covering up my imperfections on my face, my acne and my freckles. I thought i was doing well, than i went to try eyeliner, you see i have done eyeliner before and i was pretty good at it, but that was just for messing around. I was actually putting it in for beauty this time, i started putting it on and in the first 5 seconds i mess up. I pick myself up and try the other eye and it look decent. But i was really getting discouraged about how bad it was looking all together. To make me feel better i decided to draw cat whiskers on my face with the eyeliner and keeping the eyeliner on my eyes. One thing that always makes me happy are dan and phil, they can make me laugh and smile when no one else can. So i had the cat whiskers on and i felt as beautiful as i would if i had perfect makeup on. People don’t realize that makeup sucks, it covers up our imperfections that make us us. While i was wearing there cat whiskers i decided to take some photos of myself on my computer, they are not the best quality but they still are some of the best photos i have of myself, i never stopped smiling. Thank You Dan and Phil for making me feel beautiful without even trying. Here are some of the photos i took.