You stand there infront of your mirror and just judge all of your flaws. You stare at you thighs. You hate them, in your eyes they are too big. You squish your stomach with you fingers. The sound of Charles walking in the room snaps you out of your trance and you turn to face him.

Immediately, Charles frowns — not an angry frown. He just knows exactly what thoughts are running through your head. Charles places his book on the side and he walks over to you. He hugs you and holds you close to his chest.

"Not this again.. You're beautiful, I wouldn't want to change a thing about you." He reassures you, his breath hot against your ears as he whispers these lovely words in your ears.