Her fingers ached as she tried to pull up the zip at the side of the skirt. Hot tears rushed to her eyes as, realizing it was no use, she concluded that she simply wasn't skinny enough for a size ten.

She was thirteen years old, and she wasn't skinny enough to wear a size ten.

What was wrong with her?

"Sonny?" Hearing her mom's voice, she tried to wipe her tears before anyone could see. "Come on, let me see how it looks!"

Swallowing, she tried to explain herself out of humiliation.

"It... um, doesn't fit!" She called back, hoping her voice wouldn't crack. It didn't, to her relief.

"Aw, come on! Just let me see!" Sonny puffed out a breath, and let the top of the skirt slide up to her waist, and the zip slid easily into place. Rolling her top up slightly, she came out of the changing room.

"Whoa. That's a bit short." Anger shot through Sonny.

"Really, Mom? I hadn't noticed." Her mother looked her over, raising her eyebrows.

"Sonny, you have this pulled up way too high! No wonder its so short, you have it pulled up to your waist! It's supposed to be at your hips, honey." Sonny flinched as her mother attempted to pull it down. She wriggled out of Connie's grasp.

"Mom, leave it, okay? Just accept the fact that I'm not skinny enough to fit a size ten!"

"I can see that, dear." Her mother said dryly. "We'll just need a bigger size, that's all." Sonny glanced down at the colourful skirt that had seemed so gorgeous on the rack. It was a mixture of black, blue and orange, with an orange jumper.

It didn't seem so pretty now.

"Never mind, Mum. It'll look ridiculous either way! Come on, I mean, look at it." Her mother drew back, looking like she'd been slapped.

"Maybe what I need to accept is that my taste just isn't good enough for my daughter anymore." She snapped at Sonny. "What do you actually want, Hollister?"

Sonny bit her lip as fresh tears came to her eyes. She hated the designer clothes; she'd been in the shop with her friends the other day, and she had heard what the employee had said under his breath about her.

She'd sworn off skimpy designer clothes for about the rest of her life after that.

"It doesn't matter, Mom. Why can't you just let me wear my jeans and stuff? At least they don't show that I'm fat."

"Sonny Munroe, don't be ridiculous! You're a beautiful young lady."

"Yeah, tell that to the size nothings in school." She whispered, but not loud enough for Connie to hear. "Just let it go, okay? I don't want to be shaped and forced into being some girly-girl. I'm fine how I am, okay?" She stormed back into the changing room.

Bitterness made its way up her throat, and she kicked out at the discarded skirt.

"Stupid." She muttered.

She swore, she was going off food forever. Or at least until she was a size nothing. At least.

A/N Ugh. Yes, teenage angst. I felt like writing some of this, cos it doesn't fit in DIKY. Like, at all.

Anyways, please review! Don't be sad, I'll update it in a few minutes. It didn't exactly take long to write. The second part... will be fluffy!

Reviews are love!

Hannah x