You always hated how your body looked, even as a kid. No matter what you did to try to change it or how hard you worked, both healthily, and unhealthily, it made no difference. You've come to accept that you won't change, even if you hated it.

Your fiancé, Christian, on the otherhand, would do anything in his power to change the way you look at yourself. He loves you and every feature he took with you, so it hurts him whenever you doubt yourself.

Today was a normal day, you waking up next to Christian, letting him kiss your forehead before you got up out of bed to go pick out an outfit for the day.

He got up a little while after you to pick out his own clothes, but he couldn't help to look over at you. You were standing in front of the mirror in just a bra and underwear, staring at your body with that same look in your eyes that you use everytime you judge yourself.

He tosses his clothes onto the edge of the bed and walks up behind you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck while bringing your left hand up to the mirror. "I ain't put this ring on your pretty little finger for nothin', baby." He reminds quietly.

He gently grabs your hips to spin you around to face him, before moving his hands up to hold your face. "You're beautiful. Stop lookin' at yourself like that." He looks down at your body before looking back up at your eyes. "Your body is perfect. Beautiful, sexy, curvy. Everything but what you think." He leans down to peck your nose.

"Get dressed, stop lookin' at yourself in the mirror if all you're gonna do is judge yourself." He says, letting go of your face gently. "I love you." He whispers, kissing your forehead before going back to the bed to pick up his clothes that he tossed away before.