You squeezed into your favorite dress. With a sigh, you turned to the mirror, one hand on your stomach. At this point, you didn’t even know if the reflection you saw in the mirror was real or not. You couldn’t trust your own eyes. But what you knew was that you hated what you saw.

You were supposed to go on a date together with Bucky. He had reserved a table at one of the nicest restaurants in town and your stomach growled in hunger and anticipation. But one more look in the mirror told you that you couldn’t eat there anything else besides a plain salad tonight - and you hated salad.

A knock at your door caused you to flinch and you turned around just in time to see Bucky poke his head into the room. “Doll, are you ready?” He asked, his eyes landing on you. The smile on his lips disappeared and he swallowed hard. “God, you look so beautiful…” he whispered, now fully stepping into your room. Then a frown appeared on his lips, his eyes widening. “Love, are you crying?”

He rushed to your side and wrapped his arms around you, gently caressing your back with his metal hand while the other patted your head. After a while, he cupped your cheeks and gently tilted your head up, forcing you to look at him. He wiped your tears off your cheeks with his thumbs, his heart breaking at the sight of you crying. “I swear, I will kiss every inch of your body until you love yourself just as much as I love you. And I don’t care how long that takes.”