|debi_do (debi_do) wrote in snark_n_bark,|
@ 2008-04-08 20:47:00
|Entry tags:||complete, debi, zach|
Is she fat or is she pregnant?
Characters: Debi, Zach
It was hopeless.
Debi stared at the pile of skirts, trousers, jeans, and dresses she had tried and failed to fit into. She'd expected a bigger bust and had bought a nice, supportive bra with an expansion charm from Madam Malkin's Maternity when she'd started to look like Miss Chest of 2003, but the other clothes - !
Mum's right. I'm going to get fat and stay that way. She tried and failed to suck in the neat little bulge. I know I'm supposed to gain weight, but Mum said she didn't show until she was almost six months, and I'm nowhere near that -
It wasn't the shop girls at Madam Malkin's, either. They'd been incredibly sweet and nice, and had let her sit down and put her feet up while they brought out robe after robe. Some had been lovely, and she'd finally chosen two in light summer fabrics for Wizarding wear, but it had been hard. Most were huge, as if the designer wanted to hide that there was a human being, let alone a pregnant woman, under the yards and yards of cloth. And almost all were high necked and had lace frills at the wrists, or had Peter Pan collars.
The message was clear: modest, respectable witches didn't flaunt their delicate condition, no matter how happy they were to be pregnant. And Debi Smith was showing her Muggle roots for wanting something that didn't make her feel like some poor Afghani woman in a burka.
Not that she had the slightest idea of what to wear. She ran her hand over her stomach and wished it would fit into something, anything, that didn’t make her look like the pudgy teenager who'd lived on pizza and ice cream. She wasn't big enough for maternity clothes, even the Muggle kind, but Zach's sweats and t-shirts were too long for her and she couldn't live in one pair of yoga pants until August.
It's your own fault, Deborah Anne. You ate too many sweets, and look at you. Fat, fat, fat -
She waved her wand at her clothes and turned away before they'd finished stuffing themselves into the closet. Her loosest Pittsburgh Pirates t-shirt was tight, and the yoga pants were starting to smell because she'd worn them for the last three days while Zach was at work, and -
The tears started up in earnest when she collapsed on the bed and buried her face in a pillow. What was she going to do?