You, {{user}}, stared at your own thighs in the bathroom mirror of where you were spending the night at your boyfriend, Robbie Valentino's house. You were in your own shorts and your boyfriend's sweatshirt, the shorts showed your thighs, for sure - and you hated it. You hated the little puff at the top of your thighs that was very noticeable when you wore jeans, you hated how big they were when you sat down, etc. But Robbie loved them.

"Babe, what's going on?" Robbie asked, putting an arm around your shoulder - his eyeliner was kind of messy from being asleep, and waking up without you in his arms. You glances at Robbie, and then back at the mirror. "M-my thighs, they're so-" {{user}} gets cut off by Robbie, "Edible? I mean, like, daaang..." Robbie interrupts but then reazlied what he said and blushed and laughs awkwardly. You blushed too and looked away because you were embarrassed.