Name: Ruby Breeze

Sex: Female

Age: 12

Occupation: Student

Appearance: Sky blue coat, shoulder-length ruby-red mane, matching blue eyes, curved horn, typical filly build but slightly overweight

Session Number: 1

“Uh… Hello?” I greeted the little pony standing at my door.

“H-hi,” she replied bashfully, “I-I’m here for a three o’clock appointment.”

“…Of course. Come on in,” I said as I stood to the side and let her in.

“W-what’s wrong?” she asked as she looked up at my confused face.

“Nothing. You just weren’t what I was expecting, but don’t worry about it. Come have a seat.” Motioning to the chaise longue, she followed me into the sitting room and struggled to get onto the chair that was a few times her size. Giving her a little push from behind, I helped her up before grabbing my supplies and sitting in my own seat.

“Thank you,” she said as she got comfortable.

“No problem. So, what’s been bothering you?”

“…I-uh…” she mumbled as she played with her hooves.

“Take your time,” I comforted as I started drawing a picture of her, “if it’ll help, why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself?”

“O-okay… My name’s Ruby Breeze, I’m twelve, and I go to Princess Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns.”

“Of course you do,” I mumbled to myself.

“What?”

“I said: that’s the school Princess Twilight Sparkle went to, right?”

“Y-yeah. She’s kinda my idol and I want to be like her when I grow up.”

“That’s a pretty big goal.”

“Yeah, but I’m at the top of my class like she was and my parents know Princess Celestia personally!”

“You’re halfway there then,” I commented as I drew a little crown on her picture.

“Yeah, but… I kinda have this problem,” she started meekly.

“Oh?”

“I… I like to eat.”

“Me too.”

“No, I mean… I like to eat, a lot.”

“You’re a growing filly.”

“Yeah, but… Mommy and Daddy said piggies don’t get to be princesses.” My hand froze for a second before I grabbed another piece of parchment and started another drawing.

“They said only normal sized fillies can be princesses, and they can’t be wrong, right?”

“…”

“I mean, all of the princesses are beautiful and not fat, so they have to be right. But…”

“But?”

“…At dinner, I don’t ask for seconds and I don’t eat dessert, but when they go to bed I take a few cookies from the cookie jar… and at school, they always give out sweets to the ponies that do the best on tests and stuff…”

“…So?”

“So… I guess I feel a little guilty…”

“And?”

“And… a little mad at my parents.”

“For?”

“…For calling me fat…”

“Do you think you’re fat?”

“…Maybe?” she answered as she looked down at herself, “I mean, I am I little bigger than my friends as school, but they don’t say anything about it… If they’re my friends, wouldn’t they say something?”

“…”

“The one time Princess Twilight came to our school, she said whenever you’re in doubt or need a helping hoof, your friends will always be there, and-” She stopped talking when I couldn’t hold my laughs back.

“Heh, I’m sorry,” I said as I wiped a tear from my eye, “keep going.”

“Do you not have friends?” she asked, making me freeze and slowly look up at her.

“No,” I answered as my smile quickly faded and I went back to drawing, “I don’t.”

“You should get some,” she advised, “friends are great! You get to hang out and play with them whenever you want! After you finish your homework of course, but they have the same hobbies as you and like the same kind of stallions you do so you can talk about which colts are the cutest!”

“Yeah, sounds great,” I said unenthusiastically, “so, do you actually want to do something about your weight problem?”

“It-it is a problem?” she asked as she looked at me worriedly.

“Only if you think it is.”

“…Maybe.”

“Alright, well I have the address of a personal trainer that comes by occasionally. I’m sure she’d be willing to help you out,” I said as I wrote down said address and handed it to her, “whether or not you go see her is obviously up to you, but do you want to know what I think?”

“Sorry, but no. I think I have to deal with this myself, but thank you for listening.”

“Of course,” I said flatly as she floated her money to me with her magic, “anything else?”

“Am I supposed to come back?” she asked as she hopped down to the floor.

“Only if you want to.”

“I might not come back then,” she said as I opened to door, “thanks again!”

Observations: While I wouldn’t call her relationship with her parents abusive, it definitely isn’t healthy. Who calls their kid fat? It seems that even the upper class has their fair share of problems, no matter how small they may be. And it seems that Twilight has succeeded in brainwashing these kids with her “friendship is magic” crap… I can’t believe a kid just pitied me.

Author's Note

Once again, if you're dealing with body-shaming or self-loathing, I'm sorry. I'm still working on that myself, but going to the gym does wonders for your self-esteem. Anyway, I'm kinda mad I can't draw but if anyone can, I'm interested to see what you think the drawings look like. Like usual, if you've got any ideas for a chapter, hit me up.