You never knew friendship came with all these insecurities.
oh no baby no
i must reblog this whenever i see it
You’re frozen in the changing room. You’re sitting on the edge of the wooden bench, wrapped in a towel and yet to change into the trunks you brought for your beach excursion with your closest friends. It was the mirror that made you pause, the mirror and the fact you’d arrived late, consequently missing a big group change session.
They didn’t look like you. Their skin had spots and freckles, little dimples, but none of them had the light pink, and stark white lines that crisscrossed your body. They didn’t have splotchy bruises where a sword hilt of the heel of a spat had been planted firmly. The mirror had caught your attention, you stood naked, staring at the scars that marked you just as much a Strider as your shades did.
You sat back down, tracing the line that cut from left shoulder to your right side, picking the pocked indents that littered your arms and legs. You shrug your shirt back on, along with your trunks. Your legs had nothing too noticeable, so you could spare to show your calves. If they asked about the shirt you could laugh and play it off as one of your ironic gags.
A swift pounding on your stall makes you yelp a bit. “You almost ready, Dave?” John asks, and you nod, opening the door to a tanned, shirtless Egbert.
“You’re wearing your shirt? Aren’t you going to go swimming?”
“Don’t wanna burn, Egbert. Sun’s a killer.” He makes a face and says oh, but you can tell he’s still confused.
You both walk out together, waving at Jade and Rose as you head toward their little oasis of coolers and umbrellas. Rose sports a bikini, and Jade a low-backed one piece. Your inner turmoil grows.
“C’mon, Dave! Take of your shirt! Come swimming with us!” Jade whines, grabbing at your hand after an hour of you sitting alone on your towel.
“Nah, Harley, I’m fine just here. Isn’t the water freezing anyway?” You flash her your signature smile, but you know she isn’t buying it. She plops down to her knees in front of you, and looks at your hands, holding one in her own.
“What’s wrong, Dave?” Her tone is so sincere that you can’t even deny her the truth.
“I don’t look like the rest of you…” It’s an admittance you’d never thought you’d ever have to make.
“What do you mean? What do you have a third nipple or something?” She laughs and you shrug, smirking a bit.
“No. I don’t have a fucking third nipple, Harley. I just… This is going to sound so lame, but I never knew friendship came with all these insecurities.”
She looks confused, so you roll up one of your sleeves, displaying the fraction of the amount of scars that interrupt the splattering freckles. Her eyes study it a bit and she sighs.
“Do you really think we care about scars? Honestly, Dave, you think we’re that conceited?” You shrug, and she punches your arm.
It takes a bit more coaxing after the rest of the bunch comes ashore, and a promise of ice cream before you strip off your shirt and hold your breath. They don’t say anything, they don[‘t even look at your bare torso, they just gesture for you to come with them to the water.
You never knew friendship came with all these insecurities, but deep down you always knew that these 3 would accept you no matter what.