Mike was self-conscious about being a bit pudgier in the stomach area, frowning and swatting your hands away whenever you tried to touch. He was constantly fighting with his old clothing, grousing whenever he put on something tight fitting and saw the way his stomach pushed against the fabric. You had tried your hardest to convince him that you loved it, infact, you really did love it. It wasn’t like it was bad, or anywhere considered unhealthy. He just had a little bod. He was a bit insecure.