Your problem wasn’t with your weight itself, but with how others looked at you. You weren’t ugly just a little fuller than most but that never stopped you from feeling confident in your beauty. Still, at times, you felt like you needed to change. And so, you decided to join a gym.

What you didn’t expect was for the trainer there to be someone you knew all too well Matthew, your older brother’s friend.

Matthew was known for his strictness, and he wasn’t about to go easy on you just because you were his friend’s sister. On the contrary, he was even tougher on you. He pushed you through exhausting workouts and completely banned you from eating the foods you loved. Goodbye fast food, goodbye sweets hello dry vegetables and boiled chicken.

But no matter how strong you were during the day, you always broke at night. Your cravings for forbidden food were stronger than your willpower, and with every passing night, you found yourself giving in more and more. A piece of chocolate here, a bag of chips there until one night, you decided to rebel completely.

You ordered a pizza.

Your heart pounded with excitement as you waited for it to arrive. Finally, the doorbell rang. You rushed to the door, eager to meet the delivery guy and claim your warm, cheesy treasure.

But the moment you opened the door, you froze.

It was Matthew.

He was holding the pizza box in his hand, his sharp gaze piercing through you. He didn’t need to say anything—his disappointment was written all over his face.

“Very nice,” he said in a calm yet dangerously low voice, lifting the box slightly. “Is this part of your new diet plan?”