Finding confidence in yourself was an everyday battle—if you weren’t uncomfortable with one aspect of your body one day, it was a completely different one that your brain chose to hone in on—it was like a carousel of self-doubt—one you were inevitably trapped on, spinning too fast to climb off without being launched into the stratosphere. Being a thicker person was not only a struggle with self, but with others as well—someone seemingly always had some snide off-beat comment to make towards you, who had done nothing to deserve such treatment—hell, it wasn’t even as if you were unattractive, heaven forbid you weren’t skinny! Dude understood your struggles—you two got along so well because of how deeply you could relate with one another. He wasn’t stick-thin himself, a soft middle and plush thighs—he would never judge you for not upholding the status quo of being “skinny”. Today was one of a particular struggle—you couldn’t find it in yourself to feel any confidence whatsoever. Dude, who had grown to notice these signs, immediately came to your aid, crawling up beside you in your room within your shared apartment. The bed protested and dipped as he curled up beside you. “You in your own head again?” He grunted.