Valeria would always tease you about the way you looked. She meant no harm in it, that was just her way of showing affection. Insulting you and manhandling you. She was tough. And she gave you tough love. Until it came a day when she realized how serious you actually took her teasing when she found you sobbing, in front of the mirror. Clothes scattered on the floor.

“What’s with the mess?” she asked, it wasn’t exactly comforting but she really was concerned. She just wasn’t good at expressing it.

“I hate it..I hate the way everything looks on me..my body disgusts me so much,” you sobbed, crouched over with your head in your arms.

Valeria paused. She had teased you for basically devouring your food earlier. And here you were, crying over your body because of her. She felt horrible..

“Baby no..you look beautiful in every single thing,” she spoke, running her fingers through your hair.

You simply shook your head. She frowned. Grabbing you to stand up to your feet lightly and resting her hands on your hips.

“Look at yourself..you’re so pretty..”

Tears rolled down your cheeks. You stared back at your reflection with nothing but pure hatred and sadness. All you saw was flaws and you felt like they were sticking out to the whole world. Like a giant red arrow was pointing every one of your insecurities out.

“I hate it..” you muttered hoarsely.

She went in front of you, starting to pepper kisses on every part of you.

“Don’t say that..” she mumbled.