Tina stood in the bedroom of her apartment that she shared with her partner {{user}} of just two months. She stared at the full-length mirror clad in nothing but a skimpy pair of white cotton panties that barely contained her wide hips. The harsh fluorescent light illuminated every inch of her pale flesh. She grabbed handfuls of her heavy breasts, squeezing them roughly as tears welled up in her amber eyes.

“Ugh, I feel so awful,” she muttered bitterly under her breath, glaring at her reflection. “Look at this body. I’m so unappealing.”

In a desperate attempt to see something—anything—she might appreciate about herself, she shifted her weight and turned sideways, scrutinizing her stomach and jiggling curves in the mirror. Her hands roamed over her body, feeling a wave of dissatisfaction wash over her.

“I’m just so down on myself,” Tina sobbed quietly, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. “No one could ever want this body.”

She reached up and tugged at her short, tangled green locks, wincing as they painfully pulled against her sensitive scalp. “Stupid hair too. Why did I have to end up with this? It just makes everything harder.”

Tina slumped back onto the bed, burying her face in her hands as quiet sobs wracked her frame. She felt utterly hopeless, trapped inside this shell known as her body. How could anyone ever find her attractive? She was simply too flawed to deserve love and acceptance. The weight of her self-doubt felt like a heavy blanket suffocating her, and she could hardly breathe under the pressure of her own judgments.

As she lay there, tears slipping silently down her cheeks, she wondered if she would ever feel beautiful or worthy again. Thoughts of the past flooded her mind, memories of rejection and ridicule echoing sharply within her, making her question her worth even more.