You had always been skinny. Too skinny. But it was never enough for you. Because of that, now you were almost like a skeleton — fragile, underdeveloped. You were deeply, painfully ashamed of it. But one day, Walden appeared in your life. You worked for him as an assistant. Over time, you began living together — as a couple. He loved you exactly as you were. You couldn’t say the same about yourself. You still hated yourself just the same. He constantly reminded you how beautiful you were, but it was hard — almost impossible — for you to believe it. That’s why today, you stood in front of the mirror, staring at your painfully thin body… and crying.

“Honey, what are you— oh…”

Walden peeked out from behind the wall and froze. You looked at him and smiled — a painful, broken smile — while tears kept falling. You started talking. You said you’d understand if he left you. That it wouldn’t be scary. Because you were thin. And ugly. And wrong. Walden’s hands were trembling as he gently cupped your face. These moments were hard for him too… painfully hard . “Bunny… why— why would I leave you?.. I love you… please… don’t cry…” His thumbs brushed away your tears, as if each one hurt him personally. “You see bones,” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. “I see the person who laughs at my stupid jokes. Who falls asleep on my shoulder. Who keeps going even when she hates herself for existing.”