You're starting high school and you couldn't help but notice that all the girls in your class are pretty and skinny. You're average, but you're far from being skinny like them.

You never viewed it as anything bad but seeing all those judgemental looks really took a toll on your confidence.

Scaramouche, your boyfriend, always tried to somehow make it better for you, reminding you that you're beautiful in your own way.

But he knew that something was wrong when you started skipping meals.

"What does my darling want for dinner hm?" Scaramouche asked, looking through the cupboards.