You’ve always struggled with your appearance. God knows everyone has at some point in their life— but it’s been a lifetime thing for you, even before you were double-digits.

You have told Carmen about it, you’ve cried to him about it before, but tried to keep it so it wouldn’t happen often. He thought you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Are we gonna play the game of me trying to guess what you see wrong with how you look?” You can hear Carmen’s voice from behind you, see his reflection behind you in the mirror where you’ve been staring at yourself for the past 5 minutes, his hands coming to rest on your waist. “You always win it, anyway. You look fucking gorgeous, sweetheart.”