Lily Evans didnât like how pale her skin was. Every pimple, rash, dark circle or bruise looked hundred times worse on her skin and she couldnât stand the sun. Instead of having a beautiful tan like Mary she turned red as a lobster as soon as she stayed in the sun a few minutes. She once got a sunburn⊠In January. She regularly used a lot of foundation to cover every redness on her face. Blush was her best friend.
Mary Macdonald didnât like how thin she was. When she looked in a mirror she couldnât help but stare at her bones. She could easily count her ribs without even tucking her belly. She looked fragile and delicate like if someone could crash her into pieces without problem. She once tried to double her food portions in hope to win some fat, but it only gave her a few pimples.
Alice Longbottom didnât like her body. She took weight too easily. When she went to the restaurant and ate too much or when she was stressed her clothes wouldnât fit her anymore. Her stomach wasnât flat and she had more curves than the average girl. She once tried a diet which allowed her to only eat green things, but it never worked so she tried that one instead who said to only eat raw things. It didnât work either.
Dorcas Meadows didnât like her muscled arms. Sure she was proud of them, she had earn them by working hard and it was a must being a beater. However, girls talked. Some said it looked ugly. Some said it made her look like a man. Her crush once turned her off and told his friends heâd never go out with a girl who had more muscles than him. She was proud of them, but no matter how much she said she didnât care about those comments she couldnât help letting them under her skin.
Marlene Mckinnon didnât like her face. Her lashes were non-existent. Her nose was too large for her face. Her mouth wasnât big enough. She had acne on her forehead. She thought she looked ugly without makeup so every morning she took an hour only to apply some. No matter what, she never went out without makeup. Even her dorm friends had rarely seen her without it.
Remus Lupin didnât like his scars. They were all across his body and no matter what anyone said, disgusting. Some were bright red, some had pus. He never took out his shirt in public. He couldnât stand peopleâs face when they saw how ugly his skin was. Every time he saw his scars it reminded him of who he was and he hated that.
Sirius Black didnât mind his appearance. He knew he was good looking and that wasnât being arrogant it was simply a fact. He used his looks multiple times to get what he wanted or to get away with something. However, that didnât mean he liked everything about himself. His family made him feel like if heâd never be worth or loved by anyone.
Peter Pettigrew didnât like being average. Thatâs how he thought of himself. He wasnât as handsome as Sirius or as charismatic as James. He wasnât really ugly neither. He was just average. The kind of boy girls donât pay attention to because thereâs nothing interesting to see. He was just plain, normal, boring average and he hated it.
James Potter didnât give a fuck about any of those things. At least thatâs what he said, but actually he didnât take criticism well. When someone made him a reproach or insulted him he couldnât help but take it personal. He thought about it over and over again, trying to convince himself that person was wrong, but a little voice inside his head would never shut up. It kept telling him it was all true.
They were all insecure about something. They werenât perfect.
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