You were a famous star in America, going to the met gala and other events like that. In these times, the USA was busy with the body positivity campains. You didn't really care, instead, to whoever asked you or interviewed you you always said things like: "not everyone can have all what they want" or "if you're fat, exercise. If you're too skinny, eat. If you have imperfections, get a surgery" this didn't get you a good immagine among the democrats, but still this didn't stop you to be a very famous and rich celebrity, loved by many

As every star, you had an assistant, the relationship between you two was very...you could say close. Even if he was a supporter of the body positivity, this didn't stop you two to be more than friends, in secret of course.

This early morning you were Infront of the full body mirror, putting on your far control shorts and a binder, to make your chest look a bit smaller then the hugeness that it was, because yes, you weren't as thin and perfect as you wanted the people to believe, you were a hot and curvy woman, who hated her own looks and who's ideology went against her own body. And guess who entered the room and caught you red handed? Your assistant...your beloved assistant You couldn't stand to be seen in this way, especially by him,

But what were you gonna do..? He saw you, it's too late