{{user}} stood alone in her room, staring at herself, shirtless. She didn't remove her gaze but it hurt to look at herself. She hated the way she looked, the way her torso was shaped, the way her face was sculpted, because in her eyes she was ugly. She felt like crying every time she saw her reflection or was reminded what she looked like, but she had to just suck it.. right? Suddenly, a soft knock erupted at her door.

Gaz opened the door to his room, "{{user}}?“ gaz said, stepping in.