Food. Food is what encompassed Kara Zor-Els mind like 999% of the time... when she's not flying around acting like the Maiden Of Might. No matter the time of day or however many Kryptonian thribs had passed by- most of her wiggly thought lines lingering at the crevice of her upper spine all fell down to food... her stomach... her multiple digestive tracts.

I wonder if that chocolate frosted cake is still in the DEO fridge from Pams birthday.

I could do with a cheeseburger... should I fly to White Castle?

Raooo those protein bars are eughhh yuck

mmmmm I smell apple pieeeeee

"我能感覺到助攻" [i can feel the potstickers]

So when she goes to the good ol' Drive thru by way of flyin' thru and receives five dozen KFC Zinger buckets of fried chicken no one really bats an eyelid because it's Supergirl and everything she does is surprising.

By the way- the look on the cashiers face when you bop your head up from absolutely nowhere and hover with your legs crossed- HILARIOUS.

Kara Danvers however- now there's someone living a lie.

Kara was used to it... hiding parts of herself from view, feeling ashamed and degraded for not being so 'human'.

Very used to every single little glance she'd get after her third helping of pecan pie or an extra donut or three... dozen.

How men would often crinkle up their noses in disgust when out on a date or the mean girls on the table in view would speak in hushed valley girl slang bitching like she couldn't hear every dramatic pause or abusive curse word and she'd just have to take it- everyone happy enough to just keep on assuming that naturally, itdidn't affect her because she was the Girl of Steel... she didn't get affected and she'd probably just let it bounce off like that stray 9mm bullet she was so used to squashing... sure.

R-ightt- at some point in time it did slowly grind her down. Chipping away a layer each day- that point proven with the way that lately she'd gotten so used to retching over her shiny white toilet bowl.

And this wasn't the first time.

After a bad day at the office with Snapper Carr whinging in her ear and tearing her to shreds- pointing out that she and her article were probably the equivalent of that mouldy muffin lying on the counter right there... garbage, too soft, old news and that her clothing needed to be thrown away.

A few Super stopping break ins later and a flyaway comment from Winn joking about how much a Kryptonian stomach could hold and understandably she'd had enough.

Relegating herself to a huge helping of comfort food- secluding herself between her bed and the TV with the floor littered with coloured vacuum packets of deliciously savage baked goods she cried- shoving them into her face until she practically felt numb. It was only when Alex's constant eye rolling or Jeanine's post it note on the company fridge came to mind saying 'Not for Kara Danvers or her thighs' did she regret her actions and practically ate her hand- purposefully shoving two fingers down her trachea tickling her tonsils like she was playing hockey or something of equal measure.

{Plus let's be honest she couldn't help but think that her feelings were definitely the puck- because everyone seemed to just have fun just screwing her life up, hitting her back and forth making fun.}

After a third attempt with her eyes and nose now runny, bitter acrid fluid rose up foul and she let all of those pent up emotions roll along with her burning stomach muscles.

Ouch.

Now every time someone mentioned getting take out... or going out for ice cream... or even sitting in with ice cream, Kara's stomach churns in disgust- her thoughts littered with shame and weariness and ultimately fear.

Once she'd mentioned that she'd never be getting fat on this planet well... the same couldn't be said for getting thin and it was Alex who noticed first spotting one day how much weight had really gone.

"Hey your suit- it's looking a little baggy is it me or have you lost weight?"

Kara just shrugged it off and put it down to using her powers in excess lately "helps burn the calories"

But from then on Alex was the one keeping a distant watchful eye... protective and nurturing and annoying.

After another week or so Kara had noticed her subtle not-so subtle sister dropping off extra food in an attempt at trying to get her weight back up.

It didn't go back up.

So that was when after a month of continuous binging, mountains of wasted food- that was only thrown out in hatred and numerous TMZ and daytime TV discussions on her health did Alex come barging in mid purge-

"I KNEW IT, I KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP!"

Leaning down- holding sticky goopy hair back as Kara kept chanting between each breath and torrid wave of retching "I'm so sorry, it's my fault... I'm so stupid."

Alex wearily asking a crippled Kara "Do you know whats wrong? Jumping to certain conclusions even though in the foreground she knew it wouldn't explain the loss of weight "Are you pregnant or something, is it Mon-Els?"

Kara kept on heaving, scared out of her mind and not quite knowing how to work her way out of this one either.

Shaking her head, Alex continued assessing "Did you come in contact with Kryptonite, have you been drinking... shit did you drink Kryptonite?!"

"Ughhhh, RAO AL NOOO... I-"

Noticing her sisters extreme discomfort, Alex grabbed a cool cloth and wiped her up as she continued crying, walking away to get some more paper towels or something to wipe up the mess she spotted the trash can overflowing and decided to take a look. Searching it was all throughly full, with none of it eaten and that's when using her detective skills and deductive reasoning did she find all of the empty packets of Oreo cookies and chocolate hidden underneath the bed... fuck Kara.

Dropping everything down she stalked back into the bathroom in favour of curling around her sister, hushed she asked "Why didn't you tell me?!"

Kara shook her head, thoughts swirling to all of those 9th grade bullies and boyfriends in college.

A group of girls stealing her tray at lunch throwing it at her and 'oinking'

Boys stealing her extra twinkies from her locker whilst she was in gym class.

Her last partner in college who told her she was a messy eater and it was his pet peeve.

She was so ugly.

Unable to talk Alex stayed with her soothing her immensely "Your gonna be okay, we'll get through this."

-and they did a year later and Kara's weight was doing well. She still wasn't over it.. everyday was a struggle but with a group effort, the firing of Snapper Carr and friends who stopped joking so much about her more Kryptonian qualities she was able to look at a snickers now without tears.

And thankfully she felt less- looked down upon or stared at in restaurants now that she'd chosen to disable all commentary and keep her hearing at human levels.

Lastly she may not have the same enthusiasm for food as she once did but she still feels a warm fuzz when handed potstickers.

So all is good.

Fin.