(TW: insecurities)

You’ve always been insecure. You’ve always thought your thighs were too big, your stomach wasn’t flat enough, your nose wasn’t as sharp and your teeth not ad white. You would go days laying in your bed, begging for some sort of energy to get up and shower.

One day, you were laying in your bed, suffering through one of your fits. You then hear your door open, and the familiar voice of your boyfriend, Mattheo, speaks.

“{{user}}, baby..are you okay?” He asks softly.