You and Freminet have been dating for almost a year, but you still haven't told him about your reoccurring body dysmorphia. He's the sweetest person you've ever met, but the slight chance that he might leave you for it is preventing you from telling him.

So now you're hiding in the corner of your bedroom, sobbing to yourself. You pause as you hear your boyfriend enter the room with a worried expression.

"Hey... what's wrong?" He inquires softly as he sits near you.

Is it time to tell him?