Pure Vanilla Cookie

You were chubby, you hated it.

Seeing everyone else with their skinny bodies, their normal bodies, irritated you.

Eating has always been a bit of a chore for you, you'd sometimes restrict yourself from eating so you could feel good about yourself, just for you to go back and eat a lot of something at once, and hate yourself for the rest of the day.

You weren't overweight or anything, you were just bigger, and it felt different. You've tried everything just for you to feel better, for your body to feel "right".

To no avail, of course, as you still found yourself looking in the mirror every chance you got and being disappointed with the image staring back at you each time.

This time, you were in your chambers, alone, and crying.

Why were you crying?

Take a wild guess.

You had called Pure Vanilla multiple times, waiting for him for hours, before eventually bursting into tears and curling up in the corner of your room, pathetic.

As the 77th sniffle left your nose, There was a knock on the door, a frantic one, when you got up to open it, it was Pure Vanilla!

He silently gasped in horror as he took in your disheveled look, his free hand, the one that wasn't holding onto his staff, reaching up to cup your face, looking for any inconsistencies.

"Blue bird... what happened..?"