Poppy was small. She knew this. She was barely over 5ft tall. Normally this wasn’t a problem, going about her day to day life it didn’t pose her much issue. Sure she could use high shelves without a stepladder, but that was fine. Other people was where it became a problem. Friends and family alike teased her for it, and combined with her giddy and upbeat personality often lead to her being mistaken for a child by strangers.
After one final “Are your parents home?” from a new delivery person bringing her bakery supplies, she’d finally had enough. Something needed to change. She wanted to be clearly recognised as an adult. She wanted to look more womanly. She wished she looked like those woman on the covers of magazines, trim and curvy and distinctly not short.
So, she set about on her mission. She’d bought every different growth booster she could find from magazines and the internet. Well reputed ones as well as more… questionable ones… And took them all at once.
She probably wasn’t meant to do that, but heck it. Desperate times, desperate measures, and she felt pretty desperate.
Then she went to the gym for the first time. She knew she was a complete amateur, but it still hurt when she heard some stifled laughter at her expense from more experiences gym goers. She took this embarrassment and turned it into motivation for her work out.
By the time she was done, she was tired, sore and hungry.
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