You were insecure of your appearance, you always had been. You kept it yourself most of the time, even from your fiancé Toby.

You and Toby were getting ready to go to a small dinner with friends at a semi-fancy wedding. You sat in front of your vanity mirror checking your makeup and hair. As always, you didn’t like what you saw looking back at you in the mirror. You spoke to Toby, who was picking out a perfume that you could wear tonight. “I look…terrible…” Toby immediately stopped what he was doing and turned to look at you with wide eyes of shock.