Sodapop Curtis Imagine
Warnings: Body Image
You never liked the way you looked. You always thought that there was someone better. Being Sodapop’s girlfriend didn’t really help your self esteem because you always saw beautiful girls that wanted him to be theirs instead of yours.
You got from work and it was a day sent to you by the devil. To make it even worse, you drove by the DX and saw a beautiful, blonde-headed girl flirting with Soda. Of course he was oblivious, and he thought nothing of it. And normally this wouldn’t bother you because it was normal, but today it really stung.
You walked in the door of your house and immediately went back to your room. You closed the door and sat down on the bed, beginning to think. You thought about how Soda deserves someone better than you. You looked over at the full length mirror and walked over to it. Looking at yourself, you started to cry. Your sobs echoed through the whole house, but you didn’t care. No one was in there with you.
Or, that is what you thought at least.
Soda walked in the door and heard you crying, so he was quiet. He walked back to your room and quietly opened the door, watching you. He had never seen you cry like this before. And the worst part was, you had no idea that he was watching.
You unbuttoned your flannel and took it off, leaving you in only your bra and your jeans. You found every little flaw. You found every stretch mark, every freckle, every mole and you started to cry harder. You thought that you were (too fat/too skinny) and you thought so many negative things.
“God,” you said quietly, “why am I not as pretty as these other girls? Why am I not like them? He deserves better than me. He has all these gorgeous girls wanting him, but he still chose me. I don’t understand. He picked the worst one.”
This is when Soda decided to step in. He stepped closer to you and said, “(Y/N), I did not pick the worst one.”
“Oh no,” you sniffed, “how much did you hear?”
“I heard just enough,” he walked over and gripped you in a tight hug. “Why did you say all that stuff about yourself?”
“Because it’s all true. I am ugly and you deserve someone so much better.”
“(Y/N) please, never think that. I chose you because you’re you.”
“But–,” he stopped you before you could finish.
“Look baby, beauty comes in all kinds of different forms, but yours is my favorite,” he smiled and you did too.
A/N: I am so sorry, this is so terrible and cringe. If you liked it though, good for you. Thanks for reading!