You always hated Alexandra, Charles’s girlfriend. She was everything you weren’t. She was kind, loved, skinny.. like every other WAGS.

And there was you. To say the truth, you weren’t skinny. You’ve never been. It’s your morphology who’s like that. You’re destined to have those fat on your belly, arms, breasts and thighs, making the touch.

It was something so hard for you. Seeing all of those girl so skinny and then.. you.

But it meant nothing for Oscar. He can make you love every day, without being bored because he loves you. He kiss all of your body, all of your fatness, loving your little loves handles, your puffy arms and your soft thighs.

Once again, you were doubting. A ridiculous comment saying that Charles’s neck is the same size as Alexandra’s waist. It make you feel bad because all people can say about you is how bad your clothes were looking on you.

« Babe, we’re gonna get late. » Oscar impatiently says as he looks at you changing your whole outfit for the nth time. He was going to miss the team debriefing before the fp1.