I flattened out the Cheerios uniform as I did every school day of the year. My gold necklace hung around my neck. I walked into school, constantly checking encase people were looking at me. I hated my body, constantly wanting to change it. McKinley wasn't so bad after a year or so, I quickly made friends, joined the cheerleading squad and after a long period of time, got into glee club.

I went to my locker, passing Tina, Artie and Mike discussing something about glee club. Smiling, I felt someone snake their arms around my waist.
'Morning beautiful'' he whispered in my ear. I turned around facing the gorgeous blonde haired, green eyed man I loved.
'Morning, how was your night?' I asked, putting away two books and get another out.
'Fine, because I talked to this awesome girl who I absolutely love' he smirked, kissing me on the forehead.
'She must be special to you then' I winked.
'She certainly is and I loved hearing her British accent' We kissed properly this time, not wanting to pull away.
'Hey, you two' Finn jogged me, forcing me to move away from Sam. 'Mr Shue wants to see us in the auditorium, you might want to get changed Ellie' he walked away not saying anything else.

I got changed and we joined everyone, lining up in small groups.
'All right, guys. Nationals are just a few weeks away, and it's time to bear down. Okay, your singing at Regionals was amazing, but your dancing…It's booty camp time'. he jumped down form the piano, putting the music where he was previously sitting. People cheered, whereas me and Sam just continued to hold hands. ' So let's get it going. Five, six, seven, eight. Push yourselves, guys. Vocal Adrenaline takes no prisoners.'

We all attempted the dance moves, some where better than others. We were doing fine when Rachel fell to the floor, clutching her nose and Finn looking guilty as ever.
'I'm so sorry Rachel' Finn apologised. 'Are you okay?' Mr Shue walked over, making sure everything was ok.
'I'm bleeding' she panted, being helped up by the two men.
'Let's get you to a doctor' they led Rachel out, leaving us to just mess around.
'How are your meetings going?' Sam pulled me close to him so our foreheads were touching.
'Fine' I lied. I knew lying to him would never work, he could always work out the truth. The meetings were just making it worse, being around people who were a lot skinnier than me. He ignored my words and pulled me into a tight hug.
'I know I'm not the best boyfriend in the world and I can't give you everything that you want but if you ever need to talk, I'll be there'
'Sam, I don't want materials, I just want you. Nobody else could ever replace you. Thank you, you've pretty much been the only person that always be there for me. I owe you majorly' I snuggled into his chest.
'You owe me nothing, just stay with me'

'Oh my God, you're getting a nose job.' Quinn anounced as Rachel stood in front of us.
'I'm … considering having a minor procedure to repair my deiated septum'
'So, a nose job' Santana butted in.
' Look, I'm… I'm happy with the way that I look, okay? And I've embraced my nose. But let's say I wanted to have a slightly more demure nose. Like Quinn's, for example. I-I would never change my appearance for vanity, but, I mean, the doctor said that it could possibly improve my talent, which would help us all for Nationals' We all just stared at her nose, a white strip was covering an area and redness surrounded it.
'Possibly? What about the risks? Your voice is amazing as is, Rachel' Mr Shue joined in.
'Hold up. Could we all just get real here for a second? I hear that Rachel's got a bit of a schnoz. I mean, I wouldn't know because, like Medusa, I try to avoid eye contact with her. But can we all just stop lying about how there aren't things that we wouldn't change about ourselves? I mean, I'm sure that Sam's been at the doctor's office and rifled through pamphlets on mouth reduction' His hand clenched under mine,cutting of some circulation. 'I'll bet Artie's thought about getting his legs removed since he's not really using them anyways. And I'm definitely sure that Tina's looked into getting an eye de-slanting' Santana stated, watching us turn to face her.
'That's extraordinarily racist' Tina scoffed.
'I'm just keepin' it real' an argument occurred between them.
'Sorry, Santana. I'm a beautiful person. I'm in love with myself, and I would never change a thing'
'Is that why you're wearing blue contacts today, Tina? Self-hating Asian' Mike muttered under his breath. I noticed Quinn rubbing Finn's shoulders while still looking at Rachel.
'Not many Asian sex symbols, Mike. I'm just trying to be in fashion and mirror what I see in the magazines' she retailated.
'My dancing kind of bothers me. Uh, it almost killed Rachel, but I like the way I look' Finn contributed, shrugging his shoulders.
'Oh, please. You have weird, puffy pyramid nipples. They look like they're filled with custard' Sam tried to pull Finn's jacket away to have a look but earned a slap in doing so. I laughed to myself. 'You could dust them with powdered sugar and they could pass for some sort of dessert. Look, maybe Rachel's fine with having an enormous beak. Maybe she needs it to crack hard seeds. All I'm saying is that if you look in the mirror and you don't like what you see, you should change it' We all knew Santana was a bitch but really, this mean?
'Whoa, guys. I'm really shocked at what I'm hearing here. It goes against everything the glee club stands for. I'm telling you, the thing you would most like to change about yourself is the most interesting part of you' Mr Shue stopped us from talking. Mercedes then spoke.
'Well, maybe, but at this school, the thing that makes you different is the thing people use to crush your spirit' We were all silenced. Rachel sat down and the bell rung.

'She's right Sam' I sighed, enclosing his hand in mine.
'Who is?'
'Santana, about wanting to change things about ourselves' Sam sat down next to me in the hallway, allowing me to lean against him.
'Ellie, I love you just the way you are. Please don't try to change yourself, screw what other people think'
'Thanks Sam, I love you' I stood up, kissed him on the cheek and walked away. As I looked back, I saw him doing his impressions.
'Jack Ryan, you've just boarded the Red October. Sean Connery.' he said to Santana while he past her. He stopped to get a drink and I walked away with a smile on my face.

We was now at the Lima Bean, drinking coffee with Kurt and Blaine.
'You haven't asked us anything about our New York trip.' Mercedes said.
'Is it because it's too painful?' Tina spoke half serious, half joking. Kurt replied, sipping his drink. 'Yes, as a matter of fact, but while the New Directions are preparing to perform at Nationals, the Warblers are preparing to perform at a nursing home in a strip mall next to a National Bank. But I'm so proud of you guys'
'We miss you so much' I smiled, even though I'd only known Kurt for a while, we had become great friends. 'Isn't there a way you could come back to McKinley?'
'I told him, I would be all for it if it wasn't for Karofsky' Blaine answered for him. Santana, who clearly wasn't paying attention, butted in.
'Wait, what did you just say?'
'Kurt needs to be safe' he repeated.
'Okay,can we please change subject?' Kurt begged.
'I'm just saying...' Blaine defended himself. She then ignored us, and stood up.
'I've gotta gay – go. Go. I've got to go' she corrected herself, leaving.
'That was weird' Kurt formed an awkward smile with his mouth. We all laughed, sipping our beverages once again.