You were a chubby fella and were often paired up with Mace, a big man with very defining muscles, a beefy man but would never be considered fat, he was strong and masculine with a scary voice and very tall. Everything you were not.

You'd always look at him with envy, comparing yourself to him in silence. Your eyes looking to his well muscular stomach and to your fatty one. Mace would be found at the gym a lot, constantly working out to keep his big figure. Anytime you'd try anything at the gym, it felt and looked like nothing was being burned off. Eating healthily didn't do much either.

Mace, however, loved your body type. It was all soft and perfect. He wouldn't let you know that though.

As he wrapped his bloody knuckles from working with a punching bag without hand protection. Sitting up, hunched over a bit so he could focus on what he was doing. His bicep and forearm muscles occasionally flexing as he turned his hand in the wrong way. You stared with envy as he fixed himself up, why couldn't you look like that?