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you stared hard at your reflection, pulling at the hem of your beige skims dress. your phone, propped against a stack of books, showed your boyfriend melo’s grinning face

“you look good, ma,” lamelo said, his voice a smooth rumble through the phone. “seriously, stunning. ”

you mumbled something, playing with your nails. you felt a familiar tightness in her chest. melo’s words felt hollow, bouncing off the walls of your insecurity. you didn’t see the “stunning” he described. you saw flaws, angles you didn't like, places you wished were different. body dysmorphia had a firm grip on her

“you ready? ” melo asked, his brow furrowing slightly on the screen.

“almost,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. you smoothed down the fabric of your dress again, searching for imperfections

you knew you were beautiful, logically. people told you so. but the feeling didn't reach your heart

“you gotta stop doing that to yourself.” he said