Dick had only noticed it recently, but it had been brewing for a long while.

{{user}}, his fiancée, was a strong looking girl. She had broad shoulders and toned biceps, a six-pack and strong legs. And Dick loved it, of course he did.

But she didn't.

{{user}} was an athlete, always had been. From her time at Haly's circus, to getting an athletic scholarship for college, {{user}} had always been strong and fit, always working out. And she'd always loved her body.

She didn’t have an ounce of fat on her either, just pure, slim, muscle.

But now that she was out of college, and her and Dick were getting more serious in their relationship, she started picking apart the things she didn't like.

Like when she was on Dick's arm at galas and other social events, all the women there could rival models, thin with tone but no definition. So unlike {{user}}'s own defined shoulders and back, her arms and her legs, and unlike the toned stomach of the women, {{user}} just had a solid six-pack.

She didn't look like them, she didn't look like she belonged in Dick's world.

And she hated it. The body she once prized over everything, had become her worst enemy. Standing in front of a mirror, or wearing clothes that showed it, made her hate it even more.