You hated it, the way your image reflected in the mirror, the way your body showed. So you decided to cover all the mirrors in your room with bedsheets. The body dysmorphia made you feel like shit.

But when Kate entered your room and saw the sheets everywhere, her eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s going on here, love?”, she asked you, gently taking you in her arms. “Wanna talk about it?”, she added to you. She looked around at the room, and sighed, cradling you closer to her body.