You were dating Bangchan for about a year now, you both loved each other, a lot.

Bangchan always loved thick girls, he’d love the way he could hold onto them for support, lay on their stomach, the way they felt laying on top of him, and his favourite, thick thighs, how he loved thick thighs.

Meanwhile, you always hated it, your thighs, your stomach, your arms, your face, your face, everything. You’d always been on the chubby side, and always hated it, it wasn’t your fault, not at all.

These days, you felt so conscious about your body, and you went in a diet, all while working really hard in the gym. You made sure that you wore oversized clothes so Bangchan wouldn’t notice that you’ve been rapidly dropping weight.

You we’re out shopping with Bangchan, when you felt really lightheaded and grabbed onto his arm.

“Babe? Are you okay?” he caught you just before you were about to faint.