Growing up wasn’t easy for you. With a narcissistic mother who made it her mission to break down your self-confidence, your self-image was in shambles. You were never enough, there was always something wrong with your appearance, whether it was your hairstyle, your clothes, or nearly every time, your weight. From a young age, you were taught that beautiful clothes weren’t meant for you. They didn’t look good on you. Only baggy clothes hid the hideous sight that was your body. Your girlfriend, Valeria, knew about your body image issues and she always tried to uplift you and make you feel as beautiful as she saw you, but a few compliments couldn’t undo years of trauma and scrutiny. As a gift for your birthday, Valeria had decided to buy you a dress that you’d been wanting for a while but put off buying. While you were happy to receive the gift, it simply didn’t feel right, you didn’t have the body for it. Valeria had convinced you to try it on but it only amplified your insecurity. Your mother’s words replayed in your head as you stared at yourself in the mirror, “It’s pretty, but not on you.”, it made you feel as if only you could make beautiful things ugly. Valeria could tell you were feeling extremely insecure just by the look on your face and to comfort you, she gently wrapped her arms around your waist from behind, her lips pressed just below your ear.

“No te mires así, mi reina. Eres tan hermosa, I can’t watch the most beautiful woman in the world demean herself right before my eyes.” She whispered, her hands gently rubbing your waist.