(COMPLETED)Various X F!Reader One Shots - The Body Of Aphrodite(Mario[The Super Mario Bros. Movie] X Reader) (2024)

This one is long and personal. I don't know if anything in this applies to any of you due to how specific it is. I wrote this as comfort for myself.

I don't know what I'm doing anymore.

I don't even know why I'm posting this. I know I'm ruining this for myself, but I wanted to post it.

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-Reader's P.O.V.-

I stared at my naked reflection, excess water from my wet, brushed, and gelled hair falling in droplets down my back. I was finished with my post-shower routine, but that didn't stop me from zoning in on my thoughts.

I need to lose more weight.

I'll ask Luigi to give me less food tonight.

I feel fat.

My stomach isn't flattering at all.

The echoes of whispered affirmations that I didn't believe were also present.

I have the body of a Greek goddess.

It doesn't look as bad as I think.

My body's evenly proportioned. It looks fine.

A knock came from the other side of the door. Mario's voice followed. "Dinner's ready, amore."

My dull voice gave away my mental state. "Okay."

"Are you okay? Can I come in?" he asked.

"No and yes," I replied.

Mario opened the door, only to quickly cover his eyes with a hand of the sight of me lacking any clothes. "Sorry, I thought you were dressed."

"It's fine. You can look," I said. My eyes remained on the mirror.

The red plumber removed his hand. His gaze locked with mine in the mirror and I could tell he was trying to avoid looking anywhere from the neck down. "What's wrong?"

"My body," I said.

"What's wrong with your body?" he asked.

"My stomach," I answered.

"Why's your stomach the problem? I don't think it is," he countered.

I sighed. "Look at me, Mario. Look at my stomach and tell me it doesn't look bad. I feel fat all the time even when I haven't eaten." I began to go on a rant. It was word vomit. "I look at the calories and try to count without doing the math and obsess over eating too many in too short of a time frame. I can't exercise because of my knees, I can't seem to eat healthy. You can't tell me I don't have an eating disorder because I wouldn't believe you. My mindset is too negative to change so nothing helps. I want therapy, but I work a minimum wage job and can't afford it." Tears had rimmed my eyes halfway through and were threatening to fall. "I've been purposely on a calorie deficit and not eating enough to be satisfied." I took a hitched breath. "I just wanna feel okay in my body.."

I could see the sadness in Mario's eyes. "You really do all of that to yourself? Is that why you haven't been eating a lot during dinner? Why I've been seeing anxiety in your eyes lately?"

I nodded. The tears began to fall. I sniffled. "I've always been chubby and I've always had an insecurity about my stomach.. Now that I'm older and my anxiety's developed, dealing with it is harder.. I used to not think about it a lot, but now it's one of the things my anxiety tortures me about.. I don't like how I am, Mario.. I don't like being so negative.. Can you blame me, though..?"

Mario pulled me into a hug. "I can't at all. I've seen the people you deal with at work."

I clung to him. "I'm trying to be better.. But nothing works because of my mindset.."

"It's been a while since this has happened," he mentioned. "What caused the spiral?"

"Something small.. As always.." I sniffled. I felt Mario's hands rub my sides and massage my hips.

"Is there anything you like about your body? I know you're not that insecure otherwise you wouldn't wear shorts that show off your thighs or your boxy crop tops," he observed.

"My stomach is the main issue," I replied. "I don't hate anything else that much."

He gently turned me around so we were both facing the mirror. He hugged me from behind with his hands on my stomach. "You clearly don't see what I see."

"Obviously not," I snarked. My hands rested on his forearms.

"I know it's more about how you feel, but. Appearance is part of it, too. You know starving yourself makes you gain."

"Mhm."

"You know that I love you andyour body."

"Yeah."

"Are you overweight or obese?"

"No."

"You don't eat junk food all the time. You don't overindulge."

"Not really."

"You don't have any health complications because of your weight."

"No."

"There's nothing wrong with how you look. I'm not buff, either. I'm actually close to your body type. And you find me attractive."

"You're just the right amount of chubby for your height."

"And so are you. Your stomach doesn't make you any less beautiful. It actually adds to it. Your stomach is one of my favorite things about your body."

"How?"

He held some flesh in his hand. "It makes you ten times more cuddly. It makes you look soft. It's a part of you."

I sighed softly through my nose. "I believe you, but it's not really doing anything."

"What about if I told you you have the body of Aphrodite? She isthe goddess of beauty."

"I've thought of the more general concept, but not Aphrodite."

"So, you doknow you're gorgeous."

A sly smile curled Mario's lips. I couldn't fight a soft giggle and my own smile.

"You got me with that one."

"You're brimming with beauty, (Y/N). Even Luigi will tell you. If you want, we can both help you be better. To help you feel good in your body at the least. The rest will follow."

I leaned against him. He gave me a loving squeeze and matching kiss to my cheek.

"Thank you, Mario," I said genuinely. I had a burst of hope.

"You're welcome," he smiled softly. "Now let's get you dressed so you can get a full belly. Lu made (favorite beef food with sides)."

"I thought I could smell the marinade he was using," I said then got dressed. "Did he have something he wanted to say? He looked like he was holding something back."

"Probably the dinner thing," he assumed. "He gets that kind'a concern from Ma."

"I guess we're about to find out," I replied then kissed his lips before leaving the bathroom. Mario followed behind with a hand on the small of my back.

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As always, embrace your weirdness and I'll see you in the next one shot.

- The Self Shipping Weirdo