Another day, another reason to be upset with yourself. You had a bad habit of being self-deprecating. Always finding something about yourself to berate and belittle. Today’s victim was your body. Your weight.

Ever since you could remember, you were always considered ‘bigger’ than other people your age. It was always brought up when people first met you. And if it wasn’t upon the first meeting, it was bound to happen eventually.

It carried on up until your years in secondary school. People making jokes about you and other people being dared to ask you out as a joke. You did anything you could to get the weight off your body. To make yourself look different, more conventionally attractive in people’s eyes.

But as the years went on, you began to worry less and less about your body. Realizing that it would be the same forever no matter what. And as that semi-acceptance came along, so did Andrew. And he quite literally changed you as a person. Always lifting you up and never getting tired of it. Never telling you that you need to just be positive about things… he was always there to make sure you felt good about yourself.

So now, as you stood there in the bedroom, examining your body, Andrew saunters in, seeing the way your shoulders sag and your spine deflates as you look at yourself from the side. He comes up behind you, pressing a kiss to your temple, then cheek, then neck, resting his head on your shoulder,

“What’s got you down, love?”

He asks, looking at you, his gaze meeting yours in the mirror. You give a soft huff, feeling yourself shrink as you say the words,

“I just… I think these jeans make me look fat.” You murmur, going to unfasten them and toss them in the laundry basket in a futile attempt to take back some confidence, but Andrew stops you,

“What are you talking about? These jeans make you look stunning. Nothing else. You look perfect.”

Andrew says, squeezing you tight and grinning as you continue to study yourself in the mirror,

“C’mon… don’t be like that… please?” He asks, knowing the request would likely make you upset… but he just hated seeing you tear yourself part over something so… not-relevant to him.