A pale hand swipes across the mirror, wiping away at the condensation that had formed due to her more than warm shower. The cloud of fog around her creating an almost hazy ambient to the small bathroom. Typically, she would be more than happy to just take a second to admire the surrounding she had created.

But today was different, instead of gazing around her, her eyes seemed to be stuck on herself, at her reflection. Keen eyes scanned over every inch of her naked form, no makeup, no clothes, just her. Most days she felt good about herself but right now, all she could see were the flaws.

Her hips were too narrow, chest too flat, she was too tall, her face wasn't as slim as all of the other women. She saw it all, everything she had once felt good about seemed to crumble down with every distasteful glance she took.

She had heard it time and time again, your loving tone every single time you called her beautiful and for the most part, she believed it. But for some reason, today was just one of those days where she felt like the ugliest human being in the world. And boy, was she wrong.

But even with your words ringing in her ear, she couldn't help but wonder if they were true. Was she even a woman? Could she even consider herself as such? Did she have the qualifications to consider herself a woman?

A knock on the bathroom door interrupts her negative train of thoughts, making her jolt slightly from surprise. Your voice was on the other end, cheerful and happy, none the wiser to the battle she was having with herself.

"Yeah?" It wasn't until now that she realized she was crying, her voice coming out shaky. Oh god, she could only hope you didn't notice, she didn't want to worry you, not when she was such a mess.