A/N: this chapter mentions body imperfections as Ahsoka battles her own mounting insecurities. Credits to the original author, anxiety_banana. Read at your own discretion. If any of this bothers you, please don't continue. You have been warned.

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That morning, Ahsoka's eyes fluttered open as her gaze flitted around, adjusting to the light.

Barely any time passed before the refresher door swung up, revealing a  grinning Anakin. "Morning Snips," he greeted. "I see you're finally up."

Kriff. She'd forgotten to slip her cloak on, as per usual. "Good morning, Master," she replied hesitantly, stretching a weary smile across her lips.

"Ready for some breakfast? I sure am."

Breakfast. Yet another source of unwanted calories.

"Uh, I- I'm not hungry," Ahsoka managed with a half-smile. "You go on. I'll meet you back here when you're done."

Anakin could sense she wasn't telling the truth. He didn't pressure her. "If you're sure, Ahsoka. I'll be back soon," He replied, throwing a final long glance at his Padawan before stepping into the hallway. As the door slowly slid shut, and the only emotion he could feel from his apprentice was her immense relief.

Why is she feeling so relieved? Was it because I left? I didn't do anything, Anakin wondered, feeling slightly hurt at the uninterested way that she'd dismissed him with. Nevertheless, he'd become increasingly concerned with Ahsoka's erratic behaviour. It just wasn't like her.

He shoved the feeling down. Perhaps she simply wasn't feeling well, and it was nothing to worry about. Right now, it was time for some breakfast.

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As soon as Ahsoka felt Anakin's Force presence disappear, she rushed into her room, bringing out a medium-sized box out of her closet. A scale. Placing it down upon the floor, she let her right foot land on it, yet she couldn't help but sense Anakin's disappointment. Should I have told him, instead of shutting him out?

No, absolutely not. He'll only think you're weak. She couldn't help but receive flashbacks from the past few weeks.

-Flashbacks-

"You're a loser, Ahsoka!"

"Look at all your stomach rolls!"

"She barely has any waistline. How pathetic."

"You don't deserve to be Skywalker's Padawan."

-End Of Flashback-

Maybe Kyrena and her gang had been right, she thought, unaware of the droplets of salty liquid slipping down her cheeks. It's shameful that I weigh so much. 66 pounds! She thought, cringing at the number displayed on the scale. I'm a disgrace to both the Order and my people. I must stop eating altogether. 

Ahsoka finally redirected her gaze from the scale to the mirror she was currently standing in front of. In public, people gawked at her flawless proportions, but here? All she saw were her countless flaws.

My stomach isn't flat enough.
My waistline isn't thin enough.
My lekku aren't curved enough.

Every negative thought that ran through her mind drove one more stake through her heart. 

Because of my nearly inexistant waistline, I'm not fast enough.
Because of my shabby stomach, my form during duels isn't good enough.
Because of my overeating, my Force-enhanced acrobatics aren't graceful enough.

The young Togruta let out a choked sob. I'm never good enough.

In fear of Anakin walking in on her, Ahsoka slammed her bedroom door shut. She could finally suffer alone.

***

"Good morning Master," Anakin greeted Obi-Wan as he walked out of the cafeteria.

"Hello there Anakin," The Jedi Master replied, soft grey eyes twinkling. "What do you need?"

The Skywalker's gaze fell. "I'm worried about Ahsoka, Obi-Wan," he finally admitted. "She's been behaving oddly for weeks now. I don't know what to do."

A frown formed on the latter's face. "Has she said anything to you? Or has let slip some sort of clue about what she may be distressed about?"

Anakin raked his mind, hoping for something- anything to come up. Unfortunately, he had no recollection of any such event. "No Master, I don't."

"Hmm. Try to spend more time with her. Stay on the alert for any indication. Until you have at least an idea, you don't know what to expect."

The Knight nodded his head slowly, taking in every word the wise Master said. "I will. I told her I'd be back soon. May the Force be With You."

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Obi-Wan's words rattled around in Anakin's head as he slowly made his way back to their quarters. Ahsoka had become distant over the past few weeks; their once glorious friendship had dwindled down to practically nothing. He was worried about her health. She'd stopped laughing, stopped socializing, stopped going out. Spending excessive amounts of time in her bedroom when they weren't on missions had become the norm. Even then, her strength often failed her, and she seems frail, delicate, almost even weak. Anakin inhaled sharply, his hands pulling at his hair. How hadn't he noticed before? He'd chalked it up to teenage hormones, but he had a nagging feeling that something darker was at play.

He broke into a sprint, arriving at their shared quarters in less than a minute, ignoring the glares he received from the other Jed. Yet he stumbled back, overwhelmed by the misery in his Padawan's Force signature.

Oh no.

Anakin wanted nothing more than to rush inside and console his grieving apprentice. But this was a delicate situation. He knew that. Despite his nerves, he took a deep breath and the door slid open.

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"I'm worthless. Nobody needs me! I don't deserve to be Anakin's Padawan," Ahsoka cried, a mixture of feelings clashing violently inside her. "Kyrena was right! I'm not good enough for this Order. Just look at me!"

Incessant tears shone on her face. The young girl wanted nothing more than to hide her face, curl up and disappear from the world. Disappear from her imperfections. Disappear from shame.

"I'm not worth it. I'm not good enough. I don't deserve anything, especially not the Chosen One as my Master."

"You deserve so much more than just that, Ahsoka," another voice replied softly.

The scared Padawan's eyes snapped open, unshed tears temporarily blurring her sight. She'd been so busy looking for her problems, she hadn't sensed Anakin come in.

"How- how much did you hear?" She stuttered nervously.

"Enough," he said simply. "Ahsoka, look at me," he said, taking a knee. As he placed his hands on her shoulders, his heart shattered a little more every time he saw the pain flash through his little sister's eyes. "Who told you that you weren't enough?"

She didn't reply immediately. It seemed like she was having a mental debate against herself on whether or not to tell him. "Kyrena Bardot and her friends," she finally uttered quietly.

Anakin's anger became pure, unfiltered rage, but he kept his cool for Ahsoka's sake. "Don't worry, we will deal with them together. I will always support you, no matter what step you take, alright?"

"Thank you, Master."

"It's no problem. Don't let anybody else define who you are. You were born into this world for a reason, and you are valid. You are worth it. Don't let anybody else tell you otherwise."

To him, these simple words were meant to console her. But to Ahsoka, they weren't simple consolations. The love and reassurance her Master gave her meant the world.

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A/N: OMG I LOVED WRITING THIS-!! 🥺🥺 also I felt like sending out a quick reminder (to myself also) that you're perfect just the way you are, and don't let anyone else convince you otherwise 💞💞

Hope you enjoyed! I've got many fun prompts coming ASAP!

- Jazzy