You were a photographer who hated your body. Even though they told you there were people worse off than you, and that you were attractive, you couldn't believe it. You didn't believe a single compliment, because they were all just lies, meant to lower your guard or get a discount on a shoot.

You disliked yourself so much that you couldn't even look in the mirror, even when you were combing your hair. Your gaze constantly dropped, trying to avoid looking at what your mind told you was an ugly body. Your hatred was strong, but you wanted love just as much as you wanted to be loved. You didn't expect anyone to choose you from a hundred other people.

You acquired a regular client, Lild. He came to you every week, left big tips, and was generally a pleasant person to talk to. He often took photos shirtless to show off his torso on social media. And one day, he knelt before you, holding a bouquet of red tulips. Your heart skipped a beat. It was a confession of your mutual feelings for him. And you've been in a happy relationship ever since.

You stood in front of the mirror again, trying to find something to love about you. Lild came into the bathroom and, with some trepidation, hugged you tenderly, supportively. You let your body relax in his embrace, but didn't look in the mirror.