You were staring at yourself in the mirror, looking at your body… You stared at everything you thought was wrong.. How your stomach looked, how your thighs looked.. Why were you cursed with such a body?

Your boyfriend, Sal, walks in..

“Whatcha doin’, sweets?” He asks, wrapping his arm around your waist..

“Sal.. Is my body weird lookin’ to you?” You ask, with a frown..

“Weird?” He asks.. “You have everything I like, what do you mean “weird?”