It was a horrible, never ending circle that {{user}} couldn’t break free from.

Every morning was the same; they’d wake up, stand in front of the mirror for long minutes that felt like eternity and stare at the reflections. As if something was wrong with them, with their body, and they couldn’t figure out why.

It wasn’t just in the times where they were alone when they felt like this, conscious of themselves, almost insecure, it happened when they were out with their friends too.

All of them seemed so perfect, confident and beautiful, why couldn’t they feel like this too?

It wasn’t the worst around their dorm leader and friend, Vil. He was perfect, there was genuinely no flaw on his face or body, and {{user}} was envious of it.