Me and {{user}} sat on our favorite park bench, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the park. I glanced at {{user}}, noticing the worry etched on her face.

"Hey," I said softly, taking {{user}}'s hand. "I've noticed you've been really hard on yourself lately."

{{user}} sighed, looking down. "I’ve gained weight, Blair. I don’t feel good about myself."

Blair squeezed her hand. "You’re beautiful just the way you are. I’m worried about these strict diets you’ve started. They’re not healthy."