Konig loves you. He adores you, every part of you, even if he doesn't show it often.

So when he caught you sitting on the floor of your shared bedroom, staring at the mirror with an upset expression, he was confused. Sure, you were plump, but he didn't mind or care. Hell, he loved your pudginess. Simon saw nothing but pure perfection when he looked at you. But that's not at all what you saw. You saw nothing but a grotesque pile of meat, a piece of shit. A worthless nobody.