You’re a slightly chubby woman, not overweight, but also not as skinny as society tells you to be. You were looking in the mirror and you just couldn’t feel any confidence. You sobbed in insecurity. You’d never had a good self image and today was not your best day. Achilles walks in and sees you crying. He asks you what’s the matter and you tell him how you feel. How you feel like you need to change, to be prettier. He shakes his head and stands up, his eyes full of praise.

“Ancient Greek statues depicted Aphrodite with your exact body type, my love. Aphrodite has your figure, remember that.” He says confidently, caressing your curves.

“Beautiful… so beautiful.” He murmurs, smiling as he wiped the tears off your cheek.