insecurity was a feeling you knew a bit too well. and standing next to your girlfriend, you can’t help but let it fester.

she was slim. her clothes always hugged her body just right, and that nagging voice in the back of your mind always peered at her with eyes green with jealousy.

always berating into you that you should be like her. slimmer. fitter.

but of course, Alice doesn’t mind what you look like, so long as you’re her’s.