That was a statement Doyeon had a hard time swallowing.
Truth be told, she had been slightly self conscious all day. She loved the oversized look, adored it even, but was never completely comfortable in pulling off such pieces. Unlike Yoojung and Chungha (who looked amazing and adorable in their oversized anything), she found that these articles of clothing just looked awkward on her. It made her look too skinny or too long or just too much – at least that’s what she believes.
This particular jacket, the one she was now receiving a compliment on, made her shoulders look ridiculously boxy. Fingers curl around the sleeves, grasping the rough material of the jacket; her lips are pursed as she does a double take, glancing down at her outfit. Of course, she could not doubt Seola’s sincerity – it was impossible to even humour the notion that she may have been mocking Doyeon – but this did nothing for insecurities. Still, the impact of her words is obvious as brows and the pitch of her voice are raised high. “Really? I didn’t think it was that great…”
No, that wasn’t true. She loved the jacket, just not on her. Not when she was this tall. Regardless of the looks of envy and the general acceptance of her height, Doyeon had harboured a secret concern of her growth spurt – especially seeing as she continues to grow at quite a rapid rate. Albeit, there were certain perks of tallness and, in general, she did like herself. Perhaps the constant focus on her height (not to mention the comparisons) had left a bad taste in her mouth, messing with her adolescent mind and instilling artificial dislike for her appearance.
Worries are pushed aside, for she has no desire to burden the elder with these sort of issues. Instead mirth is crafted in the form of a broad grin. “You know what, I think it’d look a lot cuter on you unnie.” It’s true – her smaller stature will be complimented well, Doyeon deducts from her shifting gaze. “Wanna try it on?”
Seola knew good and well how hard it could be to digest compliments at time, she herself could suffer from it more often then not.
Truth be told she spent a lot of time looking at her reflection or into a camera, reminding herself out loud that she was pretty. But let another person tell her that? It was immediate suspicion and discomfort running amok along the strains of her emotions. Still too maintain her own confidence she went to the gym often, doing all sort of excercises. Her biggest goal was to have a super tiny waist and big hips-- giving that perfect pear shape. She worked hard to keep such a figure and often wore tighter clothes or showed off her tummy to show that.
The struggle with her weight sometimes rested in the shape of her face. It was such a round shape, that sometimes it added more pounds than she actually had. Honestly she was envious of her hoobae Doyeon, she had such height and a skinny waist...she was so beautiful and majestic in Seola’s eyes. She envied pretty girls like that. The thing about her complimenting the jacket was partially in envy as she had purchased the same jacket for herself, but felt like it did not suit her. In her eyes it suited Doyeon perfectly, she had just the height and build to pull it off.
At the youngers words, Seola’s brows drew up and she laughed in shock. “Ani, aniya... I actually truthfully already own this jacket...I was complimenting you because it looks best on you. Taller people suit this style best...although I’m not very short I’m still not suiting it as much as you are.”
