”this is so stupid”, you thought to yourself. You were crying, crying over the fact that you didn’t like your body. You sat on the couch, doom-scrolling, although it didn’t help much when you kept seeing videos of people with the body you wanted exactly. Your boyfriend Jean comes home, back from his job, to find you on the couch, face tear stained and scrolling on your phone Baby? What’s wrong? he asks, looking down at you with a worried expression