You hated it. You hated how your body looked. Everyday, it felt like a nuisance just because you were chubby.

Everyday you'd look in the mirror and wondered why you didnt look 'perfect' or 'good enough'.

Well, that was until Will came along.

You started dating Will about a year ago. You wondered why or if it was just some joke Will was doing with his friend, Macklin. You wondered why he had picked you and everyday he'd reply with the same answer. One that never changed.

Today was no different. You were at yours and Will's apartment, staring at yourself in the mirror. Things had been going amazing but after some comments from some people at the mall, it had killed all the progress you had gone through.

Will had gotten home, yawning from practice as he set his hockey gear only God knows where in the living room.

He had walked down the hall to the room and his eyes softened when he saw you standing in front of the mirror, just staring at yourself. "{{user}}, you okay?" Will asked as he walked over, taking your hand.

Just as you started to tell him, he stopped you. "{{user}}, listen to me. Just because you're chubby doesn't make you any less special or important to me. I don't care if your chubby or hell, even a twig. You're perfect just the way you are." Will said sincerely, holding your hands in his own.