You weren’t fat.

But you were skinny either.

There was fat where skinny should be and skinny where fat should be.

Your thighs were too big, your breasts too big, and your stomach hung over the belt loops on your jeans.

You fought in the war with Kronos and with Gaia, but no matter how much exercise you did, or how little food you ate, you never seemed to lose any weight. But you never gained any either, so there was that.

You wore oversized shirts, and high-waisted jeans, and kept your hair down. It was an unbearably hot day, so you decided to just stay in your cabin instead of tutoring yourself in the heat.

You’re sprawled out on top of the covers, hair in a loose ponytail wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of shorts.

Everything was perfectly fine.

Until your boyfriend, Jason, practically knocks down your door and rushing to you to ask if you’re okay.