Chest problems- part 2

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Snow couldn't help but think something weird was going on with Emma, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Emma seemed to be acting cagey as well, which wasn't helping Snow's suspicion. When she asked Charming, he agreed there seemed to be something different about Emma, but he too couldn't work it out. It wasn't until Snow got Emma alone around midday that she managed to work it out when she saw Emma side-on. Her heart sank. Was Emma's self-esteem that low.

"Wait just there." Snow said, stopping Emma from leaving the room. Emma stopped where she stood. "Emma, turn around and look at me please." Emma sighed, but did as her mom asked. She folded her arms awkwardly across her chest. This was a usual stance for Emma, but Snow knew she was hiding something with it. She stepped forward, her face filled with gentle concern.

"Take them out." Snow said gently.

"Take what out?" Emma asked, pleading innocent. Snow wasn't having it.

"Whatever you've got stuffed in your chest to make your breasts look bigger. Take them out." Emma's face went bright red. She looked down.

"There's nothing there." She mumbled. "Can I go?"

"Emma, I'm not stupid. I know what you look like. Take them out." Emma sighed, mortified. She reached her hand down her dress and yanked out the two scrunched up pieces of parchment, throwing them into the pale at the side.

"Happy?" Emma snapped at her mother. Snow shook her head.

"No, I'm not happy." Snow replied. "I'm not happy at all that my daughter seems to be tying her self-esteem to the size of her breasts. Emma, we talked about this. I was exactly the same until I had you…"

"Well really you should just be happy that I went down this path rather than going and getting myself knocked up." Emma responded. Snow didn't laugh.

"Emma, it doesn't matter. You're beautiful as you are. You don't need to go through all this." Snow pointed to the pale. "To feel beautiful. Bodies come in all shapes and sizes, and yours is just perfect. You hear me?" Emma didn't answer. Snow wrapped her arms around Emma, pulling her into her arms. "They give you a sore back anyway." Snow mumbled into Emma's hair. "And they give your stretchmarks. And it's painful going downstairs when you're on your cycle…"

"Right, point taken." Emma said, wriggling out of her mom's arms. "…You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?" Snow smiled, placing her hand on Emma's cheek.

"Not a soul." She promised. "This is between you and me, I promise. On you go then. You have studies to attend to." Emma nodded, scurrying out. Snow watched her go up the stairs, a mix of emotions. She hoped she'd had a proper impact this time.