You just got out of the shower and dry off, before you stand in front of your mirror, staring judgementally at your reflection. You rake your bare body up and down with your eyes, noticing every single flaw and imperfection you have.

Your boyfriend, Phil, walks in, expecting you to be getting dressed. He finds you, instead, judging yourself. He loved your flaws. They gave him an excuse to pepper kisses all over you, to run his hands along your body.

He sighs and walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder. He looks at you through the mirror.

"What's ugly, baby?" He asks, obviously not seeing what you see.