Author's Note: This came to me in the shower, I think I can really relate. Which is sad, but now you know a secret of mine. And, as a warning, I promise that it isn't going to get graphic, like at all. Because I'm no good at that, and I don't think I really want to be : Wow… I just made that smilie without thinking. I use that smilie for everything… (Oh and look at how pro-Ginny a HHr shipper (in the realm of OTP) can be.)

Summary: It wasn't surprisingly, either, when she would dance around in her underwear in the girls' room, screaming along with some Weird Sisters song. She should be, and was, comfortable with herself. Poised was sexy. Self-confidence and self-esteem was hot. She. Was. Hot. Practically everyone felt so, they would all recognize it. They thought she did too.

Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine and nor is the quote, that, darlings, is a pearl of wisdom from someone who I'm going to tell you at the end. Because it may be a little shocking…

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"No matter what a woman looks like, if she's confident, she's sexy. It doesn't matter what size you are, what color, whatever, what color hair you have, eyes, like if you have confidence and you're a nice person and sweet and you're funny, I think that's sexy." – I'll tell you at the bottom.

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She was beautiful, elegant and glamorous. That was one thing, a little surprising at times considering her more dominant aspects. It was quite another thing was how she was likable. Humble, appreciative, sweet, caring, nurturing, what was not to like?

Popular among the girls, she was "real" but still girly. She could gossip with the best of them, and spend time talking about her hair products. After talking about those darned split ends, she often jetted off to Quidditch practice, as she was a notable Chaser (and Seeker when required). Which was a key component of why she was liked by the boys. She was in absolutely no way easy or even a flirt. But growing up with six brothers, six rowdy brothers, she had learned to get along. Basically, everyone liked her.

And they all knew she was pretty, so it was relatively unsurprising when she got together with the most eligible boy Hogwarts had seen since his father.

It wasn't surprisingly, either, when she would dance around in her underwear in the girls' room, screaming along with some Weird Sisters song. She should be, and was, comfortable with herself.

Poised was sexy. Self-confidence and self-esteem was hot. She. Was. Hot. Practically everyone felt so, they would all recognize it. Hell, even her brothers (while not attracted to her) knew she was hot, and they had damn well accepted it, begrudgingly.

Which was surprising, and one of the few things about her that was, was that all that was a façade. There were few things that you wouldn't know about her (she spoke her mind and didn't bother with mind games or anything of the sort) but this, this was one of them. The biggest one, too, maybe.

She wasn't confident about herself.

Or, rather, she was in public. But once she was alone, when it was just she and the harsh lights of her bathroom, everything changed.

She saw every blemish, ravishing her body. This one changed the coloring of her leg. This one popped up and waged war with her soap daily. This one stood out against her alabaster skin.

She saw every hair. Those grew on her stomach and were a pain in the ass to get rid of, every time it just came back with a vengeance and grew rapidly. These came up where woman were not meant to have hair, around her mouth. The ones around her eyes needed to be trimmed, hidden from view. Her awkward limp hair, neither curly nor straight, impossibly to work with.

She saw every once of weight. Those in excess on her thighs, when she wore a bathing suit the back of her thighs, just barley in her sight, would jiggle, a little. They had strange indentations, cellulite she had learned. She saw the lack of weight by her ribs, too. How they each poked through, giving her an impression that she was too skinny. Then there were her fore arms, overly hairy and too skinny for her biceps. Her height, too. She was too tall and gangly, even if it did clearly run in the family.

She wondered how and why the hell everyone else couldn't see them. How they could so easily look past the glaring imperfections and see beauty. She sure as hell couldn't.

That was probably why she didn't like baths. They gave her too much time alone with nothing but her body and thoughts. Her suspicions and thighs. Her stomach and worries. Her so called "beauty" and the inner self. Showers she could do what need to be done and get out in a half an hour.

And after that, her hair dried and she put on a slightly revealing shirt and curve hugging jeans and walked out, a little bit of natural looking makeup, nothing too major, and a pair of fashionable heels. She left behind the insecurity, feeding off the thoughts of others about her. They drowned her own thoughts, temporarily rendering them MIA. And she believed she was beautiful, if only for a little while.

But that didn't stop her from having those thoughts, every day.

She didn't know that millions of other girls went through the same thing daily, a majority of them not even strong enough to pretend to be secure. She didn't know there were names and treatments for it.

She didn't even really know that she was doing it. And maybe that's what was most surprising of all.

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Okay, that quote was Paris Hilton. Which, at least to me, is surprising. Even though I think she's much smarter then we make them out to be/how she pretends to be.

How was it? That was really quick, a couple hours at most. But I really enjoyed writing it. Wish there had been a stronger ending though… Please review and give me feedback, or at least tell me if you liked it? Love you, dears. Let me know :