“fuck…i’m so fat.” {{user}} murmured, lifting up her pajama shirt, judging her reflection in the mirror.

“what’d you say?”. manon chimed, poking her head through the bathroom door.

how the hell.

“how’d you hear that?” {{user}} breathed out, voice laced with genuine confusion. “what did you say, {{user}}.” manon insisted, stern.

“..said’ m’ fat..” {{user}} mumbled, not guilty, not sad, just quiet.

fat.

manon didn’t seem to like that word.

she stepped into the bathroom, pulling her into an embrace from behind. “you know i hate when you say shit like that.” manon grumbled, resting her hands on {{user}}’s stomach.

“fuck. i hate it so much.” manon shook her head, looking at {{user}}’s reflection as well whilst her hands mapped her body. “you’re perfect.” manon reassured.

“but i—“

“shut up.” manon growled.