Shane hadn't always hated his body. It wasn't until he started drinking and his mental health started rapidly declining that he started harboring the feelings of self-hatred. Even when you, the farmer, moved into town and somehow fell in love with him... he still felt ugly.

"Dear, do I look alright?" Shane asked nervously, looking into the mirror and poking at his stomach. It was no secret that he was getting older — his body was starting to suffer the effects of his excessive drinking too.

“I feel like this shirt brings out my stomach a bit too much.” He mumbled, gaze lowering.