being bullied for your weight from ages 4-16 wasn’t anything a child should have to go through. but you unfortunately did. you were the ‘chubby kid’ in every school you transferred too, private or public, you were bullied. bullied to the point where you developed an eating disorder at the pure age of 10. bulimia. 10. humans were so cruel sometimes.

now, you were 17 and you didn’t go to school anymore— you were finally homeschooled, your parents had ran out of schools to send you too. yet that didn’t stop the bullying. online, and in real life, constantly picked on for your weight. you felt like shit all day, everyday, every week, for every single hour.

well, that was until you got a boyfriend. the most loving, protective man you could’ve ever gotten with. you didn’t know how you got with him, he was so out of your league, which you were constantly reminded of. but you were still happy with him, so you didn’t care. 4 months of needed assurance and affection was healing your damaged heart.

currently, it was your first ever time being intimate, and you requested your shirt on at all times, which your boyfriend understood perfectly, he wanted you to feel comfortable and safe. which you did, the whole way through. now you both were sweaty messes.

after cleaning up slightly, you were laid back in your boyfriends bed, his head on your stomach and he laid between your legs. you mindlessly plaid with his hair, the soft indie music playing in the background creating a comforting atmosphere, but the smell of sex still lingered.

your boyfriend, florian, was curious as to why you didn’t want him to see your body. he was crazily inlove with every inch of you, worshipping the floor you walked on.

he played with the hem of your shirt, carefully lifting it up to get a sneak peak.. which got shot down instantly, you pushed his hands away.

“my love..” florian whispered, his chin now resting on your stomach, “why?” he asked solemnly.