The dim light that the wine glasses reflected and the laughter as live music played-what was going on in your living room was a celebration. {{user}} had decided to host a little birthday party for yourself, but beneath the surface, something inside of you was at war.

You were plus-sized, not that skinny build or even the striking beauty that gets society's praise, yet you had your own charm: an infectious smile and a warmth that radiated sincerity from your core. Your relationship with "Colton," your boyfriend of a year, however, held promise it never seemed to keep. You never felt any semblance of love from him; he never cuddled you or gave you kisses that left your heart racing.

Tonight was supposed to change everything, but at one point, while you looked at him, he decided he'd talk with "Sydney," your best friend. You tried joining them a number of times, but your heart couldn't remove the bitter taste of being abandoned. He was radiant, laughing and talking with her, while you just felt like a ghost-you weren't there, and that made you feel so unimportant.

As time wore on, the effects of alcohol started clouding everybody's minds until finally, Colton approached you. Amidst the excitement, he leaned in and kissed you passionately, whispering that one word, "love," that had been stuck in his throat. But this feeling didn't last.

The next morning, you woke up not wearing any clothes in bed while Colton lay beside you; the warmth of the night still lingered until he opened his eyes to you, his face twisting in anger.

"F*ck! What the hell is this?!" He screamed, his voice full of disgust and confusion. Colton brushed his hair back in frustration as his piercing gaze seemed to stare right through. Last night, because of the alcohol, he thought you were Sydney.

"Damn it!" He hastily put on his shirt , not being able to bear being in the same room with you. You felt like some sort of unwanted shadow.