[wedne] Well what the hell
Lorna can't look at herself in the mirror. She can't see herself anymore or, rather, she sees too much and all of it is disgusting. Her legs balloon out from her ankles into wide, elephantine calves, and her thighs bulge upward into wide and a rear that she can feel jiggling as she walks.
Grimacing, she pinches at the flesh of her stomach, watching as her love handles squish between her fingers. This is why she doesn't wear tight bottoms anymore, not when this is bound to bulge over the top of her pants.
But maybe it's just this angle. It's probably not, but there's always a faint hope clinging on in the back of her head, so Lorna sucks in her stomach and raises her arms above her head, exaggerating the arch of her spine as she poses. Like this, the weight around her middle doesn't look nearly as bad, and it draws attention up. Up to her breasts, and god, those are two features that the fat doesn't harm at all... but also up the flab that hangs from her arms.
She wrinkles her nose in disgust and lets her hands fall to her sides again. It can't be helped. Nothing that she does is going to hide the fact that she's fat. Fat and ugly and who could love someone who looked this revolting? It's no wonder that Alex is all caught up with that brat -- she's lupine and slim and altogether more attractive than this thing in the mirror.
In a sudden rage, Lorna lashes out with her powers, crumpling the frame of the floor-length. The glass tinkles as it shatters and, no longer faced with her reflection, all the strength saps away from her body. Lorna crumples to her knees on the floor, hair falling into her face as she scrubs at her eyes. She hates this hollow feeling inside her chest, hates feeling weak and lonely and despises the fact that this is all because of something as stupid and trivial as her looks. She just can't figure out how to change anything. Slowly, she picks up one of the larger shards of glass that lies on the floor before she realizes what she's doing. Once she has it in her hand, though, she can't help but wonder about the possibilities.
She could end this. It's not hard to kill a person; she knows this from bitter experience. Human bodies are so very easy to mangle, especially when they're not resisting. If she jams deep enough into her thigh- no, there's too much blubber there. Still, glass is sharp. She could cut something if she tried. It wouldn't take her long to bleed out; just a few minutes and she wouldn't feel like this anymore. She'd never have to feel like this ever again.
"Lorna?" Startled, Lorna's head snaps up. Pietro is leaning in the doorway, looking vaguely disinterested. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Just broke my mirror my accident." She waves dismissively, knowing that Pietro is only here out of a feeling of obligation, rather than any sort of warm emotion. "Don't worry, I'll clean it up."
"We're to be participating in some sort of team building exercise and if I have to deal with more nattering from Cooper, I'll go insane." Pietro flickers and the floor is swept clear in a blink and a heartbeat. Lorna blinks at him blankly for only a moment, but a moment is a very long time for a speedster. Annoyed, Pietro sneers at her and tugs her to her feet.
"For gods sakes, woman, get yourself dressed and don't dawdle. I've already cleaned up your mess, so you have no excuse to be late now."
He's gone before she can say anything and the door shuts behind him with a brisk snap. Lorna stares at it for a moment, unsure whether to be glad or angry about his interference.
In the end, she can't find the energy to feel either emotion, so Lorna runs a hand through her hair and trudges across her bedroom floor to get her uniform out. It's going to be a long day and she can think about this more later. There's always later.