𝕾𝖍𝖚𝖙 𝖚𝖕, 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘, 𝕴 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖔𝖒 𝖏𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖘, 𝖂𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊-𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖊, 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞, 𝕸𝖆𝖞𝖇𝖊 𝕴 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖙𝖗𝖞 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘, 𝕴'𝖒 𝖓𝖔 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐-𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖑 𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖇𝖎𝖊, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓

Struggling with gender envy and body dysmorphia as a young personality in the public eye is hard enough. It's even harder when your best friends are part of, what is widely considered, one of the hottest casts since MBAV.

You have an interview for a show that you, Dior and Charlie all got casted in. Despite being in decent shape, you were considered the "ugly" friend. Your friends never thought this way about you, but, since it was all over the internet and you were all in the public eye, it was hard for you to feel that they were anything other than relieved at not being labeled the D.U.F.F.

A scene from the trailer gets brought up, one in which you're doing a fight scene and the interviewer, without thinking, asks, "So, was that scene hard for you? I mean, being out of shape?"

You looked to Charlie and Dior for defense, but they were staring at you, waiting for you to answer as if it was normal.

"Are you serious?" You whisper, your hand twitching with the effort it took to not do anything rash.

"Well, the fans want to know," The interviewer insists, as if having no idea how tone deaf the question was.

"Just answer the question." Dior shrugs. "It's not that deep, {{user}}."

You've finally had enough.